They're in their motel room with a vampire that the brothers grabbed. The vamp is still unconscious and tied to a chair. They put the mattresses up to block out the light, standing in the middle of the room, and Miranda is sitting in a chair.
The vampire starts to come to and Dean leans over her.
"You with us?" He asks as she fully wakes up and struggles against the rope. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere."
"Where's your nest?" Sam asks.
"What?" The vamp asks.
"Your nest... where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out." Dean says.
"I don't know what you're talking about." The vamp says. "Please! I don't feel good."
"Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood." Dean says.
"Just let me go." She pleads.
"Yeah, you know we can't do that." Sam laughs.
"I'm telling you the truth. I'm just... I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!" The vamp says.
"You took something?" Sam asks.
"Yes! I can't... come down. I just want to come down." She cries.
"What's your name?" Sam asks.
"Lucy. Please. Just let me go." She begs.
"All right, Lucy, how about this? If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go." Sam says.
"You will?" Lucy looks at Dean who gives her a fake smile. "Uh, I don't really... um, it's-- it's not that clear. I was at Spider."
"Spider?" Dean asks.
"The club on Jefferson. And there was this guy... he was buying me drinks." Lucy says.
"This guy... what's he look like?" Sam asks.
"He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket... uh, Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer... he had something for me." Lucy says.
"Something?" Dean asks.
"Something new. "Better than anything you've ever tried." He put a few drops in my drink." Lucy says.
"Was the drug red and thick?" Dean asks and she nods. "Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with."
"What?" Lucy asks.
"Yeah, you just took a big steamin' shot of the nastiest virus out there." Dean says.
"You're crazy! He gave me roofies or something! No... the next thing I know, we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait. But I get so hungry." Lucy says.
"So you busted out?" Dean asks and Lucy nods.
"But it won't wear off... whatever he gave me."
"Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurt your skin?"
"Yeah... and smells. And I can... hear blood pumping."
"Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again."
"Not mine... yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away. I just want it to stop."
"All right, listen, Wavy Gravy. It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people, almost three."
"No, I couldn't. No! I was hallucinating!"
"You killed them, all right? We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses and it leads straight to you."
"No. No, it wasn't real! It was the drug! Please! Please, you have to help me!"
The three hunters walk into the bathroom.
"Poor girl." Sam mutters.
"We don't have a choice." Dean says.
Sam shakes his head. Dean walks out, taking his machete out as he walks over to Lucy.
"No. Please!" She yells. Lucy screams before Dean decapitates her, Miranda flinching at the sound and squeezing her eyes shut.
+++
Miranda is at the motel and jumps when the door swings open, turning to Sam who slams the door shut.
"Where's Dean?" Miranda asks.
"We ran into Gordon and the guy from the whole rabbit foot thing." Sam informs.
"What?" Her eyes widen.
"Yeah. They were shooting at us. Dean ran off and distracted them so I'd get away. The fucking idiot." Sam mutters.
"Okay, okay, hey. I-- I'm sure he's good. He... he can run fast, right?" Miranda says.
+++
Sam is pacing the room while Miranda sits at the table.
The door opens and Dean walks in.
"There you are!" Sam sighs in relief.
"Yeah. Sorry, I stopped for a slice." Dean says.
"Nice move you pulled back there, Dean. Running right at the weapons!" Sam says.
"Well, what can I say? I'm a badass." Dean says. Miranda rolls her eyes. "So, I guess Gordon's out of jail."
"Uh, yeah. I guess so. You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?" Sam asks.
"That bitch." Dean says, realizing something. He pulls his phone out. "Hi, Bela." He greets. "Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?" "Excuse me?" "I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by?!" "He tried to kill us!" "Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you." "Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious." He hangs up.
+++
"That vampire's still out there, Dean." Sam says.
"First thing's first." Dean says.
"Gordon." Sam says.
"About that. When we find him, or if he finds us... well, I'm just saying he's not leaving us a whole lot of options." Dean says.
"Yeah, I know. We've got to kill him." Sam says.
"Really? Just like that? I thought you would have been like, "No, we can't, he's human. It's wrong."" Dean says.
"No, I'm done. I mean, Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead... or till he is. And I'm tired of it. Plus, with a kid in a couple of months..." Sam says.
Dean's phone rings and he sees who it is, angrily answering it.
"What?" "You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you--" "And?" "Thanks." Dean stares at his phone.
+++
"Man, I must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings, warehouses." Dean says as he gets back to the motel.
"Yeah, me, too. Big city." Sam says.
"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." Dean says.
"Yeah, he'll be unstoppable. Hey, uh, give me your phone." Sam says.
"What for?" Dean asks, giving Sam his phone.
"Well, if Gordon knows our cell numbers, he can use the cell signal to track us down." Sam says, taking the SIM cards out of their cell phones.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks." Dean says.
Sam stomps on the phones.
"You guys, stay here." Dean says.
"What? Where you going now?" Sam asks.
"I'm going after Gordon." Dean states, taking the colt out.
"What?" Sam asks.
"You heard me." Dean says.
"Not alone, you're not." Sam argues.
"Sam, I don't need you to sign me a permission slip, okay? He's after you, not me, and he's turbocharged. I want you to stay out of harm's way. I'll take care of it."
"Well, Dean, you're not going off by yourself. You're gonna get yourself killed!"
"Just another day at the office. It's a massively dangerous day at the office." Dean smirks.
"So you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh, wait, let me guess. Because, uh, it's because you're already dead, right?" Sam asks.
"If the shoe fits." Dean says.
"You know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your kamikaze trip." Sam says.
"Whoa, whoa, kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja."
"That's not funny."
"It's a little funny."
"No. It's not."
"What do you want me to, huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? You know what? I got one. Let's see, what rhymes with "Shut up, Sam?""
"Dude, drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid."
"I'm not!"
"You're lying. And you may as well drop it cause I can see right through you."
"You got no idea what you're talking about."
"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." Sam says.
"And how do you know that?" Dean asks.
"Because I know you!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, 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..."
"What?"
"I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again. Cause... just cause."
Dean stares at Sam for a few moments.
"All right." Dean says. "We'll hole up, cover our scent so he can't track us, and wait the night out here.
~ ~ ~
Dean's phone rings.
"You've had that phone two hours, Dean. Who'd you give the number to?" Sam asks.
"Nobody." Dean says, answering the phone. "Hello?"
"Dean."
"How'd you get this number?" He asks.
"Your scent's all over the cellphone store. Of course, I can't smell you now. Where are you?" Gordon asks.
"Well, I guess you'll just have to find us, won't you?" Dean says.
"I'd rather you come to me." Gordon says.
"What's the matter, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!"
"I don't think so."
"Please. Please." A woman cries.
"Factory on riverside off the turnpike. Be here in 20 minutes or the girl dies." Gordon says.
"Gordon, let the girl go." Dean says.
"Bye, Dean."
"Gordon! Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter."
"No. I'm a monster."
+++
They're on the side of the road while Dean works on the Impala. Sam takes a couple of beers and a water bottle out of the cooler before closing it and sitting on it. He opens the two bottles and gives Dean one and gives Miranda the water.
"Figure out what's making that rattle?" Sam asks.
"Not yet. Give me a box wrench, would you?" Dean asks.
"Yeah." Sam hands him the tool. "Here you go."
"Thanks." Dean says. "Sam."
"Wrong one?" Sam asks.
"No, no, no, come here for a second." Dean says. Sam gets up and stands by Dean.
"Yeah?" Sam asks.
"This rattle could a couple of things. I'm thinking it's an out of tune carb." Dean says.
"Okay." Sam says.
"All right, see this thing? It's a valve cover. Inside are all the parts that are on the head. Hand me that socket wrench." Dean says and Sam gives him the tool. "All right, you with me so far?"
"Yeah, uh, valve cover covers the heads." Sam says.
"Very good. Now, this is your intake manifold, okay, and on top of it?"
"It's, uh, uh, a carburetor."
"Carburetor." Dean nods.
"Yeah."
"Very good."
"What's with the auto shop?" Sam asks and Dean holds the socket wrench out to him. "What, you don't mean you want--"
"Yeah, I do. You fix it." Dean says.
"Dean, you barely let me drive this thing."
"Well, it's time. You should know how to fix it. You're gonna need to know these things for the future. And besides, that's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes?"