( THERE WILL BE BLOOD )
TELEVISION STUDIO
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A hand in front of the camera is counting down. A woman wearing a suit sits in a chair facing the camera. "Business Watch, with our own Gloria Jane."
"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." Gloria says.
We see several video camera views of the scene: Gloria facing the camera, Gloria and Dick Roman sitting opposite each other, and Dick facing the camera.
"Richard Roman, a CEO whose company dominates the defense and aviation sectors, not to mention being a giant in the motivational-speaking world." She says.
"What can I say, Gloria? I'm a multitasker." Says Dick.
"Clearly. And now you've recently purchased controlling stock in Sucrocorp – among the world's leading manufacturers in high-fructose corn syrup. It's a pleasure to have you with us, Richard."
"Please. "Dick." He says.
"So, tell us, Dick, why the recent fascination with big foods?" Asks Gloria.
"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?" Asks Gloria.
"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." Dick says. "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."
While Dick speaks, we see: "You do, of course, mean to say the food will be tasting better." Gloria says.
"That's exactly what I mean."
SUPERNATURAL
Gloria is looking at the video screens with a producer. "Yeah, very good." She says.
Dick hands his microphone to an assistant. Susan walks up to him and puts a briefcase on the desk in front of him. "Your 11 a.m. is waiting in the conference room." Susan says.
"Thank you, Susan." Dick says. "Susan... Are we still looking for a rep in mainstream media?"
"Yes, we are." Susan says.
"Wunderbar. Put a replace order on Gloria there."
"And with the corpse?" Asks Susan.
"Call Chef Fieri. I feel like barbecue."
OFFICE
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Edgar is seated at a table opposite someone. Dick enters. "Kevin. Dick. I'm very excited to meet you." He says. Kevin, with his mouth taped shut and his hands tied behind his back, is seated across the table from Edgar. "You nervous? Don't be. I'm your biggest fan." He rips the tape off Kevin's mouth. "I brought you a present." He opens his briefcase and takes out the Word of God. "What's that say, Kev?"
"I don't know." Kevin says.
"Cute. Edgar?" Dick says Edgar takes out a knife and walks over to Kevin. He whimpers. "Easy, Edgar. Don't scare the boy." Edgar cuts the binding on Kevin's hands. "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." He takes a laptop out of his briefcase, opens it and slides it towards Kevin. "I'm confident you'll make the right choice here. But I see this is a negotiation." He takes an envelope out of his briefcase. "Well, I will sweeten... the pot."
"What is it?" Kevin picks up the envelope and opens it.
"My sources tell me you're applying to Princeton. Letter of recommendation like that from a man like me – done." Dick says.
"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." Dick says. "See if I can't change your mind. Edgar, that live feed up yet?"
"Course." Edgar hits a button on a remote and footage of someone holding a knife to Mrs Tran's throat appears on a large screen.
"Ma? Mom?!"
"Well, I think this negotiation is concluded." Dick says as Kevin whimpers in distress. "You drive a hard bargain, kid."
RUFUS' CABIN
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A red car is parked outside. Sam is typing on his laptop at the table. Dean is sitting on the sofa reading the notebook in which Kevin translated the Word of God with Elena next to him.
"Okay, man, I have read this more times than the Playboy I found in Dad's duffel." Dean says.
"Anna Nicole?" Sam asks.
"Anna Nicole. Oh, the good – they die young, huh?" Dean says as Sam exhales and smiles/grimaces. "Look, we can read this till our eyes bleed. It ain't getting any clearer."
"Okay. Then what does it mean?" Elena asks.
"Uh... Cut off the head, and the body will flounder." Dean says.
"Yeah."
"Okay. Well, I think we both agree that, uh, the head is Dick. Right?" Asks Dean.
"Right." Says Sam.
"So, bottom line is, we go grab the stuff, and we mix ourselves a weapon. End of story." Dean takes a drink from a beer bottle.
"Look, I'm all for killing Dick. I'm just saying, what then? I mean, what about the rest of the Leviathan?" Sam asks. "What, are they gonna just... drop dead?"
"I don't know. Maybe." Says Dean.
"Maybe? "Maybe" is good enough for you right now?" Sam asks.
"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." Elena says.
"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." Dean says. Bobby is standing behind the sofa.
Dean is brushing his teeth in the bathroom. As he spits into the sink, the mirror above him mists over. When Dean exhales, his breath is visible. He turns around. "Hey, Bobby. How you feeling?" Dean asks.
"Stronger than ever. Now, while you three have been chasing your tails, I've been thinking on that weapon." Bobby says.
"Wait a second. Don't you think you should be saving your strength?" Asks Dean.
"For what?"
"I'm just saying you might want to slow down. You don't look so hot." Dean says.
"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." Bobby says. "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." Says Bobby. "Now, the best I can tell, that's Crowley. Numero tres is the father of fallen beasts."
"Which means...?" Asks Dean.
"You got to bleed an Alpha."
"But they're all dead. I mean, every one we found, we rounded up for Crowley, and then Cas whammied them all." Says Dean.
"Well, then, make this Cas' problem, too."
"Cas ain't exactly in the problem-solving mode, Bobby." Says Dean.
"Then Crowley!" Bobby yells.
"All right, I get it. I get it."
"Do you?!" Bobby yells as the mirror behind Dean cracks and Bobby calms down. "I'm just sayin'. I have faith that you boys will figure it out. Relax. I'm fine. Just got a little carried away."
Sam is watching a Sucrocorp video on his laptop. "Here at Sucrocorp, your well-being is our number-one priority." Gloria says. Dean pours himself a whiskey. "Sucrocorp – eat well, live well."
"Little FYI. Bobby's officing out of the John these days." Dean says.
"Uh... awkward." Elena says as Dean sits down at the table opposite Sam.
"Yeah, you're telling me. Uh, he does have some ideas about the weapon, though."
"Really? Well, uh, he may be just in time." Sam turns the laptop around to show Dean an article titled "Roman Acquires Sucrocorp."
"'Roman acquires...' What's Sucrocorp?" Dean asks.
"They make food additives, namely high-fructose corn syrup. That crap is in – well, it's in just about everything – um, soda, sauces, bread." Sam says.
"Don't say 'pie'." Dean says.
"Definitely pie."
"Bastards. So now what? Roman's moved past restaurants?" Asks Dean.
"And into grocery stores, Gas n' Sips, vending machines." Sam says.
"What can we do about it?" Elena asks.
"Short of going Al Qaeda on their trucks and plants, there's nothing we can do about it." Sam says. The laptop closes and Sam and Dean jump.
"Like I said, uh, Bobby's got some ideas." Dean says.
Later, Dean puts a bowl down on a table that is set up with chalk symbols, a bottle of blood and candles. He slices his hand with a pocketknife and drips his blood into the bowl.
"Et ad congregandum eos coram me." Sam lights a match and tosses it into the bowl. Flames rise up from the bowl and Crowley appears.
"Hello, boys." Crowley says.
OFFICE
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Kevin is typing on the laptop, next to which are the Word of God and Dick's recommendation letter. Dick stands behind Kevin. "That's some bracing prose you're putting down there, Kevin. You all done?" Asks Dick.
Kevin nods. "Um-hmm." He said.
"You've done well. Princeton will be lucky to have you." Dick says.
"What about my mom?"
Dick turns to Edgar. "Make the call." He says.
Edgar takes out his phone and makes a call. "Release her. But stress the consequences of talking." He says.
"Kevin, I'm gonna request the pleasure of your company a tad longer." Dick looks to Edgar. "You, on the other hand, I need to drop in on an old friend."
RUFUS' CABIN
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"So, that's what all the 'rumble, rumble' was about." Crowley says.
"Who translated it for you? Never mind. You gonna give us the blood or not?" Dean asks.
"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?" Crowley asks. "You know the sheer number of nefarious spells my enemies can use that blood for?"
"Well, then when?" Asks Elena.
"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." Dean says.
"Don't worry about it. We'll get the angel blood one way or another." Sam says. "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." Crowley says.
"Whose authority?" Asks Dean.
"Mine. Wily character, that Alpha vampire. Somehow made good his prison break before Cas went nuclear on the place." Crowley says.
"And you know this how?" Elena asks.
"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." Crowley disappears.
"Okay. Where, jackass?!" Dean yells. Flames rise on the table. As they die down, we see that words have been carved into the table.
"Hoople, North Dakota." Sam recites.
"Piece of paper would have worked."
HOOPLE GAS N' SIP
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"I'm going to get something to snack on." Elena says.
"Remember nothing that involves Sucrecorp!" Sam yells after her.
Dean is leaning next to the trunk of the car as it fills with gas. Sam is leaning against the passenger side. "Hey." Sam makes a motion with his hand to indicate drinking from a flask.
Dean takes the flask out of his jacket pocket and puts it in the car. Dean then hangs up the gas pump and he and Sam walk towards the store.
"He seem angry?" Sam asks.
"Angry? Of course he's angry. If you were Bobby, wouldn't you be?" Dean asks.
"But was he showing signs of fatigue, like – like fritzing?" Asks Sam.
"No, actually, it was just the opposite. He said he never felt stronger." Dean says.
"That's what I was afraid of." Sam says as they enter the store and go to Elena's "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?" Dean asks.
"Yeah." Sam says.
"Three weeks ago, you were – you were talking how this could work. And now – 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." Sam says. "It's all basically poltergeists until a hunter comes along..."
"Yeah, well, the lore sucks." Dean says.
"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." Dean says.
"What?" Asks Elena.
"Check out that guy over there. He seem a little out of it to you?" Dean asks. They look at a man who is pumping mustard onto a hot dog.
"I-I don't know. Maybe." Elena says.
"What about Paula Deen over here?" Asks Dean. They look at a woman who is staring at a refrigerator containing beer.
"Yeah, they – they look like, uh..." Sam says. The man is still pumping mustard onto his hot dog. Another man is slurping a giant slushie through a straw. "...like those Turducken people. It's starting." He picks up a can and reads the ingredients. "It's the corn syrup. Everything in the store is laced with it."
"Everything?" Dean asks. The first man continues to pump mustard onto his hot dog. "Hey, man, I'm gonna go into toxic shock, okay? I-I... I need my road food."
"That's what Roman is banking on." Elena says.
"Hey. Hey." Dean holds up a pie in a plastic container. "This one says "natural." Th-th-that means it's safe. Right?"
Sam puts the pie back on the shelf. "I hate to break it to you, but corn syrup is natural, technically." He holds up a basket containing bananas and bottled water.
"Well, then what the hell are we supposed to eat?" Dean asks.