LAKESIDE
"Before Dad died he, he told me something -- something about you," Dean said.
"What? Dean, what did Dad tell you?" Sam asked.
Dean looked at Sam. "He said that he wanted me to watch out for you two, to take care of you two."
Sam frowned. "He told you that a million times."
"No, this time was different. He said that I had to save you."
"Save me from what?"
"He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered; and that if I couldn't, I'd..."
"You'd what?" Sam and Laurey pressed.
"That I'd have to kill you. He said I might have to kill you, Sammy. And maybe you, Laur."
"Kill me and her?" Sam repeated. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know."
"I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go Darkside or something? What else did he say, Dean?"
"Nothing, that's it, I swear."
"How could you not have told me this? Or have not told Laurey this?"
"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to."
"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me or Laurey!"
"You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day."
Sam turned and took a few steps away, fuming. "We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell this all means."
"We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for awhile. It'd be safe. And that way I can make sure-"
"What? that I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer? That Laurey doesn't?"
"I never said that."
"Jeez, if you're not careful, you will have to waste me one day, Dean."
"I never said that! Damn it, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and Saoirse and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"
"Forget it."
"Sam please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please."
Sam nodded reluctantly and looked at Laurey who was glaring at Dean.
"Laur-" Dean began.
Laurey held up a hand. "Don't. You're unbelievable, Dean!"
Sam and Laurey, holding Jonathan, left the motel room, a bag over their shoulders. They walked quietly past the Impala to a small black car. He opened the door with a coat hanger, looked around, and got in, as did Laurey, who put her son in, before driving away.
CABIN
Sam and Laurey were standing outside a dark house, holding a piece of motel stationary from The Blue Rose Motel, with an address written on it. Jonathan was in the car. They approached the house cautiously. He picked the lock and the two entered; the house was dark. As they passed through the doorway, they tripped a wire at floor level, which triggered a grenade. It exploded and they screamed. Their smoking boots dissolved into a flash of light.
Ava woke up from the vision/nightmare, gasping.
The man behind her stared. "Hey, honey?"
"Oh."
"You okay?"
"No, I just had another nightmare. It's fine, it's nothing. Just go back to sleep."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." She laid down again, still panting.
ROADHOUSE
Sam and Laurey, holding a babbling Jonathan, entered the Roadhouse and heads turned. Ellen was behind the bar and looked up as they approached.
She smiled knowingly. "Sam. Laurey. Jonathan."
"Hey, Ellen," Sam greeted, grinning sheepishly. "You don't seem that surprised to see me or them."
"Well, your brother's been calling, worried sick, looking for you three."
"Yeah. Figured he might."
"What's going on between you three?"
"So, um, how's Jo?"
Ellen nodded. "Well, I don't really know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I haven't seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again."
Laurey tilted her head. "Well, what happened?"
"Well after she worked that job with you boys and girl, she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said "not under my roof", and she said "fine"."
"So we're probably the last people you want to see right now," Sam said.
Ellen let out a throaty chuckle. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I wish I could blame the hell out of you boys. It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault. None of it is. I want you to know that I forgave your daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don't think he ever forgave himself."
"What did happen?"
"Um, so, why did you two and Jonathan come here, sweeties?"
"We need help."
Later, Ellen, Laurey, holding a now sleeping Jonathan, and Sam were talking to Ash, who was looking around furtively.
"What am I looking for, Sam, Saoirse?" Ash asked.
"Other people, other psychics, like me," Sam replied. "As many as possible, and we need a nationwide search."
Ellen frowned. "But I thought there was no way to track them all down. Not all of them had nursery fires like you did."
"Well, no, but some had to. Start there."
Ash left and eventually emerged from his back room with a piece of paper in hand and gave it a flourish. "Done, and done."
"That was fast."
"Well, apparently, that's my job. Make the monkey dance at the keyboard."
Laurey pursed her lips. "Just tell us what you got, Ash."
"Five folks fit the profile nationwide. Born in '83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang."
"Four? That's it?" Sam asked.
"Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas, Laurey Brooks born in Lebanon, Kansas and lived in Lawrence, Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan, Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma, and uh, another name. Scott Carey."
"You got an address?"
"Kind of. The Arbor Hill Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot 486."
"So he's dead?"
"Killed, about a month ago."
"Killed how?"
"Stabbed. Parking lot. Fuzz don't have much, no suspects-"
"All right. Thank you."
As they got up to leave, Ash slapped them on the back and when they were out of eyeshot, Ash picked up Sam and Laurey's half-full beers and started drinking them.
"Where are you going?"
"Indiana," Sam and Laurey replied.
"Sam? Laurey? I've gotta call Dean, I've gotta let him know where you three are."
"Ellen. Laurey and I are trying to find answers, about who we are. And my brother means well, but he can't protect us from that. Please," Sam said.
CAREY HOUSE
Sam and Laurey, with Jonathan on her lap, were sitting with Scott's father in his living room, talking.
"So you two say you went to high school with Scott?" Mr. Carey asked.
"Uh, yes sir, we did," Sam replied. "We just heard about what happened, we're so sorry."
"Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you knew him."
"What do you mean?" Sam and Laurey questioned.
"It started about a year ago with these headaches. And then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares."
"Nightmares?" Sam repeated. "Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw, or-"
"No, no. He closed up with me. I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days."
"You think maybe she and I could see his room?"
Sam and Laurey made their way to Scott's room and began poking around. The room had a bare bed with a sleeping bag, some bookshelves covered in books and cassette tapes. On the bedside table they saw several bottles of pills, prescribed by Dr. George Waxler. Sam and Laurey looked behind them, then he pocketed one bottle. They opened Scott's closet and shoved aside the clothes to reveal a collage of yellow eyes cut out of photos or magazines glued to the wall and stared.
BLUE ROSE MOTEL
Sam and Laurey walked across the parking lot. As they got to the door, they sensed they were being followed. They turned and grabbed the figure behind them, shoving her against the wall. It was Ava.
"Who are you?" Sam and Laurey asked.
"Please! You're both in danger," Ava warned.
They entered the motel and Ava paced as she talked frantically. "Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs. Okay? I am normal, and the is way, way off the map for me."
"All right, all right, just, just calm down," Sam told her. "Okay? What's your name?"
"Ava."
"Ava?"
"Ava Wilson."
"Ava, I'm Sam Winchester, all right? That's my friend, Laurey Brooks and her son Jonathan. Now, you were telling us about these dreams of yours?"
"Uh, yeah, uh, okay, about a year ago I started having these, like, headaches, and just, nightmares, I guess. And I didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw the guy get stabbed in a parking lot."
"When was this?" Laurey questioned.
"Uh, a month ago. But, anyway, a couple of years later, I found this."
She pulled out a newspaper clipping and handed it to Sam. It read 'LOCAL MAN STABBED TO DEATH IN PARKING LOT' next to a picture of Scott Carey and Sam took the clipping.
Ava continued. "I saw this guy die, days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. And last night I had another one."
"Okay," Sam and Laurey noted.
"About you two. I saw you two die. The kid was okay."
"How did you find us?" Sam asked.
"Oh, uh, you had motel stationary, and I Googled the motel, and it was real, and so I just thought that I should warn you two."
"I don't believe this," Sam and Laurey muttered.
"Oh, oh, of course you two don't. You two think I'm a total nut job."
"Wait, no, no, no, I mean, you must be one of us," Sam replied.
"Sorry, one of, one of who?"
"One of the psychics. Like me. Look, Ava, I have visions too, all right? So we're connected. Laurey is a Seer."
Ava laughed. "Okay, so, you're nuts. That's great."
"Okay, okay, look. Did your mother happen to die in a house fire?"
"No, my mother lives in Palm Beach!"
"So you don't fit the pattern either."
Ava frowned at him in confusion.
BLACKTOP
Dean was driving, and his phone rang.
He picked up. "Hello?"
Ellen, at the Roadhouse, said, "It's Ellen."
"Hey, have you heard from Sam and Laurey?"
"I have, but they made me promise not to tell you where they are."
"Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid. And if something happens to Laurey and Jonathan-"
"Now Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." She paused. "Well, I say screw that. What else is family for? And what are friends for? They're in Lafayette, Indiana."
"Thanks."
BLUE ROSE MOTEL
"Why can't you two just leave town?" Ava asked. "Please? Before you two blow up?"
"No, I can't," Sam and Laurey replied.
"Oh, God. Why not?"
"Because there's something going on here, Ava," Sam explained. "With you, with me, with Laurey. I mean, there are others like us out there. And we're all a part of something, and I've got to figure out what."
"Okay. You know what? Screw you, buddy. Okay? Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything! Okay? Do you see this?" She fingered her engagement ring. "I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I am way behind on, by the way. But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo asses. But if you two just want to stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on Planet Earth."
"Don't you want to know why this is happening?" Laurey said. "I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? Because you walk out that door right now, you might never know the truth. Sam and I need your help."
DR. WAXLER'S OFFICE
Ava was sitting in Dr. Waxler's office for a therapy session, to cover for Sam and Laurey's mission of covert theft.
"So, Ms. Wilson, you're new in town," Dr. Waxler said.
"That's right," Ava confirmed.
"And what made you seek out therapy?"
"I have no idea."
"No?"
"No. I mean, I'm feeling really super anxious right now-"
"Okay, anything else?"
"Um..." She saw Sam and Laurey inching by on the window ledge outside. "Holy crap!"
"What?" He turned to the window as a few pigeons flew off.
"I just remembered, when I was a kid, I swallowed like, eight things of pop rocks and then drank a whole can of Coke, you don't think that that counts as a suicide attempt, do you?"
BLUE ROSE MOTEL
Ava, Laurey, Jonathan and Sam returned to the motel room with Scott's files and Ava looked stunned.
"Are you okay?" Sam and Laurey asked.
"Am I okay?" Ava repeated.
"Yeah."
"I just helped you two steal some dead guy's confidential psych files. I'm awesome!"
Jonathan squealed and climbed onto the bed, falling on his back and laughed.
Later, the voice recorder was sitting on the table, next to an open file folder. A record from the therapy session was playing.
"It started a little over a year ago," Scott said. "Migraines, at first. Then I found I could do... stuff."
"What do you mean, do stuff?" Waxler asked.
"I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want."
Dean pulled into the parking lot in the Impala when he saw Sam and Laurey through the window of his room and sighed in relief.
"Oh, thank God you're okay," Dean said as Sam moved aside, revealing Ava through the window and he smiled. "Oh, you're better than okay. Sam, you sly dog! Laurey, you sneaky girl."
Inside the motel room, the recording continued. Sam and Laurey were leaning over the table, looking more concerned.
"What else does the yellow-eyed man said?" Waxler questioned.
"He has plans for me," Scott replied. "He says there's a war coming. That people like me, we're going to be the soldiers. Everything's about to change."
The recording ended and Ava asked, "He's not talking about us, right?"
"Yeah, I think he is," Sam said.
"But how can we turn into that?"
"I don't-" Sam and Laurey began.
The window above Sam and Laurey's head shattered as it was hit with a bullet. He dove to the floor with Ava, shielding the women's bodies with his.
"Get down!" Sam and Laurey yelled.
"Oh my God!" Ava cried.
Jonathan began crying as he ran into his mother's arms.
Across the street, Gordon was on a rooftop with a sniper rifle and continued to take aim and fire at the motel room.
Inside the room, Ava asked, "What's happening?"
"I don't know," Sam admitted.
As Gordon was about to take another head-shot at Sam and Laurey, Dean jumped him from behind.
"Gordon!" Dean yelled.
Dean kicked Gordon hard, then pinned hm down on his back, hitting him over and over again in the face.
He grabbed him by the collar. "You do that to my brother and friend, I'll kill you!"
"Dean, wait," Gordon said.
Gordon knocked slammed the rifle into Dean twice, knocking him out. He stood over Dean, panting and gushing blood from his lip.
Outside the motel room, Ava, Laurey, holding Jonathan, and Sam investigated the roof from which Gordon was shooting at them.
"Wait, I don't understand," Ava said. "Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?"
"Trust me, that wouldn't do us much good," Sam replied as he picked up a shell. "There are .223 caliber. Subsonic grounds, the guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle."
"Dude, who are you?"
"Oh. I just, uh, I just watch a lot of TJ Hooker." He pulled out his phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"My brother. I think we definitely need help."
CABIN
Dean was tied to a chair, and Gordon was holding the phone next to his ear.
"Hello?" Dean asked.
"Dean!" Laurey called.
"Sam, Laur, I've been looking for you two."
"Yeah. Look, we're in Indiana, uh, Lafayette."
"I know."
"You do?" Sam and Laurey asked.
"Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Just got here myself. It's a real funkytown. You two and Jonathan ditched me, Sammy, Laur."
"Yeah, we're sorry," Sam replied. "Look, right now there's someone after us."
"What? Who?" Dean asked.
"I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you?"
"I'm staying at, uh, 5637 Monroe St., why don't you meet me here?"
"Yeah, sure." He hung up.
Gordon looked at Dean. "Now, was that so hard?"
"Bite me," Dean retorted.
MOTEL ROOF
Sam put his phone away, a worried expression on his face.
"What is it?" Ava wondered.
"My brother's in trouble," Sam said.
"What?"
"He gave me and her a codeword. Someone's got a gun on him."
"Codeword?"
"Yeah. Funkytown." He paused. "Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a... long story, I, come on."
CABIN
Gordon had his back to Dean. He opened a canvas bag and started pulling out weapons.
"So Gordy," Dean began. "I know me, Sam and Laurey ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?"
"What, you think this is revenge?" Gordon questioned.
"Well we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days." He smirked and laughed. "Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh."
"Yeah. I was definitely planning on whuppin' your asses for that."
"Mm-hmm."
"But that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother and friend are fair game." He slammed a knife into its sheath and Dean looked at him, shocked.
STREET
Sam, Laurey, Jonathan and Ava approached her blue VW Beetle.
"I don't think I should leave," Ava said.
"We want you out of harm's way, Ava," Sam told her.
"What about you two?"
"Harm's way doesn't really bother us."
"No, but you two are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you two die."
"Doesn't matter. It's my brother and her friend."
"Maybe I could help!"
"You've done all you can," Laurey told her. "Just, just go back to your fiancé."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, she's sure," Sam replied. "Go home, Ava. You'll be safe there."
Ava got in the car. "Well, just, promise me you'll call, then. I mean, when you get your brother and friend, just to let me know that everything's all right."
"We promise."
CABIN
Gordon was leaning against a pillar, cradling a role and speaking casually. "See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something. About a coming war. And I don't think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out. But t was too late. Peaked my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, you got the right tools."
"And what happened to the girl it was possessing?" Dean asked.
"She didn't make it."
"Well, ain't you a son of a bitch."
Gordon stared, stood, and slapped him. "That's my momma you're talking about." He paused a beat. "Anyway. This demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on Hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race?" Dean glared. "But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester. The demon mentioned a powerful Seer. Our very own Laurey Brooks."
Dean chuckled. "Oh, this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."
"Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know. About Sam's visions. About Laurey being a Seer. I know everything."
"Really? Because a demon told you?" He laughed. "Yeah, and it wasn't lying."
"Hey, Dean. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you've got your Roadhouse connection, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy and Laur in the first place." He crossed to the corner and sat. "About a month ago, I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching him."
"Yeah, did he kill anyone?"
"Well, besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all going to be killers, Dean. We've got to take them all out. And that means Sammy and Laur too." He cocked the rifle.
"You think Sam and Laurey are stupid enough to walk through that front door?" Dean said.
"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn them. Ha. You really think I'm that stupid?" Dean raised his eyebrows meaningfully and Gordon stood and started pacing. "No. Sammy and Laurey are going to scope the place, see me covering the front door, so they're going to take the back. And when they does, they'll hit the tripwire. Then," he took a grenade from his bag, "boom."
"Sam and Laurey aren't gonna fall for a friggin' tripwire."
"Maybe you're right. That's why I'll have a second one." He paused. "Hey, look. I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do. But for what it's worth, it'll be quick."
Gordon set up the tripwire across the back doorway and returned to the room where Dean was tied up and straddled a chair.
"Come on, man," Dean began. "I know Sam, better than anyone. I know Laurey pretty well, too. They've got more of a conscience than I do, I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn, she feels guilty for any danger her son is put in."
"Maybe you're right. But one day he's going to be a monster. One day she's going to be a killer."
"How? Huh? How's a guy like Sam become a monster? How's a girl like Laurey become a killer?"
"Beats me. But he will. She will."
"No, you don't know that!"
"I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let's say you were cruising around in that car of yours and, uh, you had Little Hitler riding shotgun and little Elizabeth Báthory riding in the back, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. Back when she was just a noble countess. But you knew what they were going to turn into someday. You'd take them out, no questions, am I right?"
"That's not Sam or Laurey."
"Yes it is. You just can't see it yet. Dean, it's their destiny. Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you love the guy. She's your friend, you don't want to hurt her. This has got to hurt like hell for you." He reached into his bag and pulled out a scarf and stood. "But here's the thing." He gagged Dean with the scarf. "It would wreck them. But your dad? If it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. But you're telling me you're not the man he is? You're telling me you refuse to do what it takes?"
Dean glared at him furiously.
Just like Ava's vision, Sam and Laurey approached the cabin, holding up the sheet of motel stationary. Jonathan was in the car. They saw Dean and Gordon through the boarded-up window, then ran around back. They tried the door and found it locked. He pulled out his lock pick and worked it open.
The clicks were heard in the front room. Dean looked around wildly.
"You hear them?" Gordon asked.
In the back room, Sam and Laurey got the door open and crept in.
"Here they come," Gordon told him.
Dean flinched helplessly as the first grenade exploded and screamed at Gordon.
"Hold on," Gordon said. "Not yet. Just wait and see."
The second grenade went off. Dean struggled, violently choke-sobbing through his gag.
Gordon crossed the room and stopped beside him. "Sorry, Dean."
He went into the back room, rifle ready. He saw Sam and Laurey's smoking boots on the ground, just like in the vision; he smiled, still wary. As he turned away from the back, Sam and Laurey raised a gun to the back of Gordon's head and cocked then.
"Drop the gun," Sam and Laurey ordered in a low, warning tone.
"Shouldn't take your shoes off around here," Gordon said. "You might get tetanus."
"Put it down now!"
In the front room, Dean heard Sam and Laurey's voices and grunted in relief.
Out back, Gordon slowly lowered the rifle to the floor. "You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy, Laur? Because your brother/friend, he thinks you're both some kind of saint."
"Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure," Sam retorted.
"Don't tempt me," Laurey spat.
"See, that's what I said," Gordon said.
He turned quickly, knocking the guns out of Sam and Laurey's hands and attacked them methodically until they went down. In the front room, Dean heard the scuffle and struggled against the ropes. Out back, Gordon slowly approached Sam and Laurey, who were flat on their back, coughing.
Gordon pulled out his knee. "You're both no better than the filthy things you hunt."
As Gordon raised the knife, Sam and Laurey lashed out, flipping Gordon over. They punched him twice, then Sam grabbed the rifle and pointed it at his head.
"Do it. Do it! Show your brother/friend the killer you really are, Sammy, Laur."
Sam hesitated, then slammed the butt of the rifle into Gordon's head, as did Laurey with the butt of her rifle once she'd picked it up, knocking him out.
Sam fumed. "It's Sam."
Laurey growled softly. "It's Laurey. Only Dean is allowed to use that nickname."
Sam and Laurey scuffled exhaustedly to the room where Dean was tied up. Dean struggled and grunted as he watched Sam and Laurey approach. Sam clapped him on the shoulder as he knelt beside him untying the ropes. Dean pulled off his own gag frantically, then pulled Sam up to standing. Dean cupped his hand around Sam's neck, staring at him, and Sam called a hand to Dean's shoulder. Dean pushed away before hugging Laurey, glad she was okay.
Dean began to stagger towards the back room as he said, "That son of a..."
"Dean. No," Sam and Laurey told him.
Dean frowned. "I let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice."
"Trust us. Gordon's taken care of," Sam told him. "Come on." He reached out and fisted Dean's jacket, pulling him towards the front door. Laurey followed the brothers out.
They exited the cabin and walked down the steps and away from it. Moments later, Gordon emerged, a gun in hand, and began firing. They ducked and ran for cover.
"You call this taken care of?" Dean retorted as he, Laurey and Sam dove into a ditch by the side of the road and huddled, watching him approach. "What the hell are we doing?"
"Just trust us on this, all right?" Sam said.
As Gordon approached, three police cars, sirens blaring, pulled into the clearing and surrounded Gordon. Cops emerged, weapons ready.
"Drop your weapons, get down on your knees!" cop one ordered.
"Do it, now!" cop two demanded.
Sam, Laurey and Dean grinned at each other as Gordon dropped to his knees.
"Put your hands on your head," cop two said. "Easy now."
The cop cuffed Gordon and patted him down, then led him to a squad car. Another opened the back door of Gordon's red car and pulled out the weapons rack.
"Anonymous tip," Sam and Laurey clarified.
"You're a fine upstanding citizen, Sam, Laurey," Dean told them.
Laurey frowned. "Don't lie to me and Sam like that again. Though I'm sure you will, but if it regards our lives, don't."
Dean nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, Laur."
"I forgive you."
HARVELLE'S ROADHOUSE
Inside, Ellen was on the phone, talking to Dean, and keeping her voice down. "Gordon Walker was hunting Sam and Laurey?"
ROAD
Dean was on the phone. "Yeah, and he almost killed us all because somebody over there can't keep their friggin' mouth shut."
"And you honestly think that it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way."
"Well, who else knows about Sam and Laurey? Huh? I mean, you must have been talking to somebody."
"Hey, you can say a lot of things about us. But we are not disloyal. And we're not stupid. We haven't breathed a word of this."
"Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen."
"And this roadhouse is full of other hunters. They're all smart. They're good trackers. Each of them with their own patterns and connections. Look, hell, I could name 12 of them right now that are capable of putting this together." She sighed. "I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe."
He hung up and drove in silence awhile.
Sam called a number. "Hey, Ava, it's Sam, again. Um, call me when you get this, just want to make sure you got home okay. All right. Bye."
"Everything all right?" Laurey asked, wincing. "Bad question. Something's very wrong."
"Yeah, I hope so. Did you have a vision?"
"Yeah. And it's bad."
"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least," Dean said.
"Yeah," Sam said. "If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out."
"Dude, you ever take off like that again..."
"What? You'll kill me or Laurey?"
"That is so not funny."
Sam laughed. "All right. All right. So where to next, then?"
"One word: Amsterdam."
"Dean!"
"Come on, man, I hear the coffeeshops don't even serve coffee."
Laurey frowned. "That's because they usually do tea."
Sam looked between his brother and friend. "I'm not just gonna ditch the job."
"Screw the job," Dean said. "Screw it, man, I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get is bad luck."
"Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you were meant to do. You as well, Saoirse."
Laurey scoffed. "I kinda hate destiny."
"Oh, I wasn't meant to do anything," Dean replied. "I don't believe in that destiny crap."
"You mean you don't believe in destiny," Sam corrected.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California, and look what happened. You can't run from this. And you can't protect me or Laurey. Or Jonathan."
"I can try."
"Look, Dean, Laurey, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on, so if you two really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around."
"Bitch," Dean said.
"Jerk."
"Idiots," Laurey teased.
They grinned and after a beat, Sam frowned and picked up his phone again.
"You calling that Ava girl again?" Dean asked. "You sweet on her or something?"
"She's engaged, Dean," Sam and Laurey told him.
"So? What's the point of saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in awhile, huh?"
Sam hung up, scowling in thought and Dean asked, "What?"
"Just a feeling," Sam answered. "How far is it to Peoria?"
Laurey nodded slowly. "I have the same feeling. And I had a vision."
AVA WILSON'S HOUSE
Sam, Dean and Laurey broke into Ava's house, with flashlights. Jonathan remained in the Impala, asleep.
"Hello?" Sam and Laurey called. "Is anybody home?"
They went into the bedroom to find Ava's fiancé dead, face-up on the bed, his shirt and the sheets soaked in blood.
"Oh, my God," Sam and Laurey said.
Dean ran a finger along the windowsill, staring at the powdery substance collected there. "Hey. Sulfur. Demon's been here."
Laurey looked around. "Where's Ava?"
Sam noticed something on the floor and knelt to pick it up. It was Ava's engagement ring.
"Ava," Sam stated in a shocked tone.