03x07 - Fresh Blood

3.07 Fresh Blood

Air Date: 15 Nov 2007



Bela approaches her car and is startled by a figure just as she reaches it. It is Gordon.

Bela: It's rude to sneak up on people.

Gordon: Bela Talbot.

Bela: You have me at a disadvantage. I don't know who you are.

Gordon: Gordon Walker.

Bela: I've heard of you. Heard you were in prison.

Gordon: Got out.

Bela: Released early on good behavior?

She has opened the car door and casually reaches inside; Gordon holds up a small gun.

Gordon: You looking for this?

(He removes the clip)

I know you were just in Massachusetts, and I know you were with the Winchester boys. Tell me where they are.

Bela: I don't think i know.

Gordon: (pulling another, larger handgun on her)

Why don't you think a little harder?

Bela: Put that down. What's so pressing about finding the boys,anyway?

Gordon: Sam Winchester's the Antichrist.

Bela: I'd heard something about that...

Gordon: It's true.

Bela: ... from my good friend, the Easter Bunny, who'd heard it from the Tooth Fairy. Are you off your meds?

Gordon: The world hangs in the balance. So you go ahead and be a smart-ass, but tell me where they are, or I shoot.

Bela: Gordon, you and I don't know each other very well, so let me tell you a little something about me. I don't respond well to threats, but you make me an offer, and I think you'll find me highly cooperative.

Gordon: Okay.

(lowers the gun)

How about...

(raises the gun)

you tell me where they are, or I kill you right now?

Bela: Kill me. Good luck finding Sam and Dean.

Gordon: I can wrangle up three grand.

Bela: I don't get out of bed for three grand.

Gordon: You...

As he lowers his arm, Bela sees a small cloth bag hanging at his belt. Her eyes light up.

Bela: Scratch that. Give me the mojo bag, and we'll call it even.

Gordon: Oh, hell no. This thing's a century old. it's...

Bela: Priceless. Believe me, I know. Now, how badly do you want the Winchesters?

(Gordon tosses her the bag, she pulls out her cell phone and dials.)

Hello, Dean? Hey, where are you?

END Teaser



Sam and Dean find a man lying bleeding but conscious on the ground. He has been bitten in the neck. They crouch over him.

Sam: Hey, hey. don't worry. We're gonna call you some help,okay?

Dean: Where is she? Where'd she go?!

The man gestures vaguely down the alley. Sam stays with the man as Dean runs off in that direction. He stops in the middle of an open space, raises his machete and slowly draws it across his left forearm, drawing blood. He holds the bleeding arm up.

Dean: Smell that?! Come and get it!

(A young woman emerges from a side alley and stares at him; her chin is covered in blood.)

That's right. Come on. I smell good, don't I? I taste even better.

(the vampire approaches cautiously, he drops the machete)

Come on! Free lunch!

The vampire charges; as she grabs him and sinks her teeth into his neck, Dean whips out a syringe and plunges it into [i]her[i]neck. She convulses and falls to the ground, unconscious. Sam comes running, frowns at Dean.

Dean: What?

Sam: Cutting it a little close, don't you think?

Dean: Ah, that's just chum in the water. Worked,didn't it?


It is a dingier room than the Winchesters usually occupy; old mattresses line the walls, blocking out all external light. The vampire is tied to a chair in the middle of the room; Sam and Dean circle her.

Dean: You with us?

(she wakes up fully, struggles against her bonds)

Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere.

Sam: Where's your nest?



Dean: Your nest... where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out.


I don't know what you're talking about. Please! I don't feel good.

Dean: Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood.


Just let me go.

Dean: Yeah, you know we can't do that.


I'm telling you the truth. I'm just... I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!

Sam: You took something?


(freaking out)

Yes! I can't...come down. I just want to come down.

Sam: What's your name?


Lucy. Please,just let me go.

Sam: All right, Lucy, how about this? If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go.


You will?

(she looks at Dean, who nods, then shoots Sam a confused look over her head)

Uh, I don't really... um, it's not that clear. I was at Spider.

Sam: Spider?


The club on Jefferson. And there was this guy... he was buying me drinks.

Sam: This guy... what's he look like?


He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket... Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer... he had something for me.

Sam: Something?


Something new. "Better than anything you've ever tried." He put a few drops in my drink.

Dean: Was the drug red and thick?

(she nods)

Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with.



Dean: You just took a big shot of the nastiest virus out there.


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.

Dean: So you busted out?



But it won't wear off... whatever he gave me?

Dean: Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurt your skin?


Yeah... And smells. And I can... hear blood pumping.

Dean: 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.

Dean: It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people... almost three.


No, I couldn't. I was hallucinating!

Dean: 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!

(Sam jerks his head at Dean, they both get up to leave)

No, no.

Sam: (in the next room)

Poor girl.

Dean: We don't have a choice.

Sam nods. Dean takes his machete back in the room



We stay in closeup on Sam's face as he watches Dean decapitate LUCY. He flinches.


The man that Sam and Dean rescued is in a hospital bed, a bandage on his neck and an I.V. in his arm. Two hunters impersonating FBI agents enter: Gordon and KUBRICK.

Gordon: Sir, a few questions about the attack.

Man: I already talked to the cops.

Gordon: (flashing a badge)

Well, we're not cops. We're FBI.

Man: FBI?

Gordon: Can you describe your attacker?

Man: She was crazy. She had that, uh, super-PCP strength,you know? She gnawed on my neck.

Gordon: And did she bleed on you?

Man: On me, no.

Gordon: In your mouth, open wound, anything? You sure about that?

Man: Yeah, I'm sure. why?

Gordon: This woman has a very dangerous virus.

Man: What? She bit me in the neck!


The bite doesn't matter. You have to actually ingest the blood to be infected.

Gordon: Good thing,too. We'd have had to kill you.

(the man laughs nervously but Gordon just stares at him, dead serious.)

The attack?

Man: She jumped me, then bit me. Then those two guys found me and chased her down the alley.

Gordon: What did they look like?

Man: I didn't get a good look.

Gordon: Think.

Man: One of them was real tall.

Gordon turns and gives KUBRICK a darkly significant look.


Sam and Dean exit Spider, a club with red lights and beautiful young people drinking things. They look frustrated.

Dean: That was a big, fat waste of time.

Sam: Look, three blondes have gone missing,including Lucy, all last sighted here. I'm telling you, Dean, this is the hunting ground.

Across the way, Dean sees a 30-something man duck into an alley with his arm around a young blonde.

Dean: (pointing them out to Sam)



In the alley across from the club, the man holds up a dropper full of red liquid, and the girl giggles.

Girl: You're sick.

Man: You ready, sweetie? One taste of this, you'll never be the Same.

He raises the dropper; she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out to catch the drops. Before any can fall in, Dean grabs the man's arm, pulls it down, and clocks him in the face. Sam pulls the girl away and shoves her towards the mouth of the alley.

Sam: Get out of here. go! go!

The vampire hurls Dean into a brick wall, then takes off at a run. Sam goes over and helps Dean up.

Sam: Dean!

Dean: I'm good. Come on.

The take off after the vampire; as they hurtle around the corner, the vampire is nowhere in sight. But facing them, guns at their sides, are Gordon and KUBRICK. Gordon raises his gun.




Gordon and KUBRICK advance, firing freely. Sam and Dean dive behind parked cars and manage to entirely avoid getting shot. They duck behind a wall and crouch, waiting. Gordon and KUBRICK reload.

Dean: All right. Run. I'll draw them off.

Sam: What?! You're crazy!

Ignoring him, Dean darts out into the line of fire, leaps on top of a car and uses it to get over a second-story parking lot entrance. KUBRICK follows him; Gordon stays behind and heads for where Sam had been hiding. As he rounds a corner, a figure leaps down on him from above, sending him sprawling: it is the VAMPIRE. He kicks Gordon in the face several times and knocks him out.


Sam is pacing alone, worried. Dean enters.

Sam: There you are!

Dean: (unconcerned)

Yeah. Sorry, I stopped for a slice.

Sam: Nice move you pulled back there, Dean, running right at the weapons.

Dean: Well, what can I say? I'm a bad-ass.

(he continues to ignore Sam's worry-face)

So, I guess Gordon's out of jail.

Sam: Uh, yeah, I guess so. You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?

Dean: (realizing)

That bitch.

(he pulls out his cell phone and dials)

Hi, Bela.

Bela: (on the phone, while driving)

Hello, Dean.

Dean: Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?

Bela: Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were.

Dean: Excuse me?

Bela: Well, he had a gun on me. What else was I supposed to do?

Dean: I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by!

Bela: I did fully intend to call. I just got a bit sidetracked.

Dean: He tried to kill us!

Bela: I'm sorry. i didn't realize it was such big deal. After all,there are two of you and one of him.

Dean: There were two of them.

(her face falls)

Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you.

Bela: You're not serious.

Dean: Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious.

He hangs up; in her car, Bela looks at her phone in worry.


The VAMPIRE's lair is a warehouse with a neon sign outside reading "TRADE CO". Inside, Gordon is tied spread-eagled to a metal bedframe. He painfully regains consciousness. He looks across the room and can see candles, some armchairs, and two young women strung up in shackles, dangling from their wrists. They move sluggishly. The VAMPIRE enters with a jar of blood.


(approaching the first girl and feeding her the blood, which she gulps desperately)

I know you're uncomfortable... but this is just temporary. The hunger will pass, and then you'll feel much better.

(he moves onto the second girl and notices Gordon)

You're awake.

Gordon: Who are they?



Gordon: You always keep your family in shackles?


We're still getting to know each other. They've just been reborn.

Gordon: You mean you grabbed some poor girls off the street and made them monsters like you.


I do what I have to. We're a dying breed. But then you know that, don't you Gordon? Gordon Walker: one of the greatest living vampire hunters.

Gordon: In the flesh.


You're a big part of why my people are nearly extinct.

Gordon: Your "people" are going extinct because you're a bunch of mindless, bloodthirsty animals.


Right. We're so much more bloodthirsty than you. Hunters slaughtered my entire nest like they were having a party. Murdered my daughter. I can't tell you how satisfying this is... catching a hunter responsible for so many deaths and making you lunch for my new daughters.

Gordon: (scoffing)

"Daughters?" Try "fang whores."


Watch your mouth.

Gordon: Oh, did I hurt your feelings? I'm sorry. I forgot you're just a misunderstood victim. Even though you murder and spread your filthy disease on pure base instinct. You got less humanity than a sewer rat.


I'm sorry you have such a low opinion of my people.

Gordon: Oh, you have no idea.


(kneeling over him)

Sorry, change of plans. I'll be going out to get your lunch. I've got a better idea for you.

He takes a knife and slices open Gordon's arm, then his own, and presses the cuts together. Gordon struggles and stares in horror.

Gordon: No! No! No!


Dean sharpens his machete on a sharpening stone while Sam cleans a gun beside him.

Sam: That vampire's still out there, Dean.

Dean: First things first.

Sam: Gordon.

Dean: About that. When we find him, or if he finds us... I'm just saying he's not leaving us a whole lot of options.

Sam: (calmly)

Yeah, I know. We've got to kill him.

Dean: Really? Just like that? I thought you would have been like,

(mock-whiny voice)

"No, we can't, he's human, it's wrong."

Sam: No, I'm done. Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead... or till he is.

Dean's cell phone rings; he looks at it, scowls, and picks up angrily.

Dean: What?!

Bela: (on the other end, still driving)

I don't like it when people hold grudges against me, and more to the point, I'd rather you didn't kill me, so I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you.

Dean: You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you...

Bela: Hello? Purveyor of powerful occult objects? I used a talking board to contact the other side.

Dean: And?

Bela: Warehouse. Two stories, riverfront, neon sign outside.

Dean: Thanks.

Bela: One more thing. The spirit had a message for you. "Leave town, run like hell, and whatever you do, don't go after Gordon." For whatever that's worth.


Gordon awakens again; this time he's hanging by his wrists from the ceiling. The following scene is shown from Gordon's POV as lights and noises become overwhelming. His eyes are bloodshot. He struggles with his chains, ripping them out of the ceiling after a few tries. As he unwinds them from his wrists, the girls (still chained up) speak.


Please... Help us. Please.


Cut to: Gordon walking outside. He flinches at every sudden light and sound, stares up at a loudly buzzing, glaringly bright street lamp. He covers his ears in agony as a car passes him, trailing red light behind. Across the alley he sees a man crouched in front of his car, changing a tire. Gordon struggles, then staggers over to a window and leans against it, panting. He looks up at his reflection in the glass and bares his teeth; fangs emerge to fill his mouth.

Cut to: The man finishes changing the tire and gets in his car. Before he can start the ignition, Gordon sits up suddenly in the back seat and grabs the man from behind. From outside, we see the car shake violently and a spray of blood stain the windowshield.




Sam and Dean creep down the steps into the room where Gordon had been held. The bodies of the girls are still hanging, headless, and the VAMPIRE is kneeling in front of them. Dean takes a knife from the table and approaches him slowly; he hears Dean coming but doesn't move.


Go ahead. Do it. Kill me

Sam: What happened here?


Gordon Walker. I never should have brought a hunter here. Never. I just... I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid... exposing him to my family.

Dean: Oh, yeah, you're such a family man.


You don't understand.

Dean: I don't want to understand, you son of--


I was desperate. You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?

Dean: Well, there's Hell.


I wasn't thinking. I just, I didn't care anymore. Do you know it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like... it's like being dead already. So just go ahead. Do it

Sam: (inspecting the headless bodies)

Dean. Head wasn't cut off, it was ripped off. With someone's bare hands. Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?


KUBRICK hears a noise, pulls back the curtains to look outside. When he turns around again, Gordon is there, staring at him.



Gordon. You okay?

Gordon: Not even close.


I thought maybe you were dead. What is it?

Gordon: Something happened.



Gordon: They turned me.


Those fangs? I'm sorry. You know what this means.

Gordon: It means you have to kill me.

(grabbing him by the shoulders)

But not yet.


What do you mean?

Gordon: You have to let me do one last thing first



Gordon: Kill Sam Winchester



Gordon: It's the only... it is the one good thing to come out of this nightmare


Gordon, I'm sorry, you know I can't let you walk out of here

Gordon: Listen to me. There is nothing more important. Please. I can do one last good thing for the world

Gordon is facing the crucifix on the wall; behind him, out of sight, KUBRICK carefully reaches for his machete. Gordon hears KUBRICK's heart rate increase.


Yeah. I hear you. You know, Gordon, you're right. One last good thing.

KUBRICK approaches with the blade, and at the last moment Gordon turns, driving his hand into KUBRICK's guts. He pulls his gory hand out and stares at it; KUBRICK slumps forward onto his shoulder.

Gordon: (whispered)

I'm sorry.


Dean enters the room, frustrated, and removes his jacket. Sam is seated at the table, poring over maps.

Dean: Man, I must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings,warehouses

Sam: Yeah, me too. Big city.

Dean: (washing his face in the sink)

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

Sam: Yeah, he'll be unstoppable. Hey,give me your phone

Dean: What for?

Sam: (pulling out the SIM cards from his and Dean's phones)

Well, if Gordon knows our cell numbers he can use the cell signal to track us down

Dean: Oh, yeah, thanks.

Sam stomps on both phones as Dean looks out the curtains. Dean walks back with a sense of purpose.

Dean: Sammy, stay here.

Sam: What? where you going now?

Dean: (pulling the COLT out of his bag and checking it)

I'm going after gordon

Sam: What?

Dean: You heard me.

Sam: Not alone,you're not.

Dean: 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.

Sam: You're not going by yourself, you're gonna get killed

Dean: Just another day at the office. It's a massively dangerous day at the office

Sam: 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?

Dean: If the shoe fits

Sam: You know what, man? I'm sick and tired of your kamikaze trip

Dean: Whoa, whoa, kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja.

Sam: That's not funny.

Dean: It's a little funny.

Sam: No, it's not.

Dean: What do you want me to do, Sam, 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"?

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

Dean: I'm not!

Sam: You're lying. You may as well drop it 'cause I can see right through you.

Dean: You got no idea what you're talking about.

Sam: 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.

Dean: And how do you know that?

Sam: Because I know you!

Dean: Really?

Sam: 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...

Dean: What?

Sam: I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again. 'Cause... just 'cause.

Dean: (after a pause)

All right, we'll hole up, cover our scent so he can't track us, and wait the night out here.

LATER, Dean barricades the doors and windows as Sam lights incense.

Sam: You've had that phone two hours, Dean. Who'd you give the number to?

Dean: Nobody

(picks up)


Gordon: Dean.

Dean: How'd you get this number?

Gordon: Your scent's all over the cellphone store. Of course, I can't smell you now. Where are you?

Dean: I guess you'll just have to find us

Gordon: I'd rather you come to me

Dean: What's the matter, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!

Gordon: I don't think so.

He holds the phone in front of the Girl who is his hostage.

Girl: (crying)

Please. Please.

Gordon: (taking the phone back and shushing her)

Factory on riverside off the turnpike. Be here in 20 minutes or the girl dies.

Dean: Gordon, let the girl go.

Gordon: Bye, Dean.

Dean: Gordon! Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter.

Gordon: No. I'm a monster.




Dean and Sam find the hostage and untie her.

Sam: Hey, we got you. Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here.

(he helps her up)

Get up. Watch your head. Watch your head.

The girl is sobbing and can barely walk, so Dean slings her arm over his shoulders and picks her up.

Dean: Sam, stay close.

Sam follows Dean and the girl closely, but not closely enough: a mechanized door suddenly slides down in front of Sam, cutting him off from the others. He and Dean both pound and kick at the door, to no avail.

Dean: Sam!

Sam: Dean!

Dean: Damn it, Sam!

Sam pounds the door one last time in frustration, then turns and walks away from it, eyes darting around. Then the lights go out. Sam freezes, brings his machete up, and starts creeping around with his other arm held out blindly.

Sam: Gordon... you got me where you want me. You might as well come out and fight!

Gordon: (appearing behind him)

I'm right here, Sam. What's the matter, Sammy?

Sam: So,this is really the way you want to do it, huh?

Gordon: Damn right I do. You have no idea what I faced to get here. I lost everything. My life. But it's worth it, 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Sam.

Sam: Look who's talking.

Gordon: You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer.

Sam: Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice.

Gordon: I don't.

Sam: Yes you do, Gordon. You didn't kill that girl.

Gordon: No, I didn't. I did something much,much worse.

MEANWHILE, on the other side of the door Dean is still hacking away. As he tosses the tool away in frustration, the girl vamps out and attacks, knocking him to the ground. Dean digs in his pocket and pulls out the COLT, and fires a single bullet into her forehead. She convulses, energy crackling, and slumps to the floor.

MEANWHILE, Sam is still feeling around blindly as Gordon taunts him.

Gordon: I got to hand it to you, Sam. You got a lot of people fooled. But see, I know the truth. I know what it's like. We're the Same now, you and me. I know how it is walking around with something evil inside you. It's just too bad you won't do the right thing and kill yourself. I'm gonna... as soon as i'm done with you. Two last good deeds. Killing you, and killing myself.

Gordon attacks, sending them both flying through the wall separating them from Dean. They struggle on the ground and Gordon knocks away Sam's machete. Gordon picks Sam and flings him across the room. Dean comes up from behind and points the COLT at Gordon's head, but Gordon is too fast for him; he stops Dean's gun-arm, flings him across the room, then pins him against the wall and sinks his teeth into Dean's neck. Sam picks himself up in time to see this.

Sam: No!

Sam charges Gordon and clocks him across the back of the neck. Gordon turns away from Dean and knocks Sam down, then slams him across a worktable. Sam manages to grab a piece of cloth and an end of razor wire in each hand; as Gordon pins him down again Sam wraps the razor wire around Gordon's neck and pulls. Gordon begins to choke out a death-rattle, and Sam glares, grits his teeth and pulls harder. Blood drips from his hands where the razor wire is cutting in, and yet he pulls harder, until he cuts all the way through Gordon's neck and sends his head tumbling. He pants from the effort, stares down at Gordon's head on the ground, and examines his bloody hands. Dean staggers to his feet, clutching his neck in pain. He's still holding the COLT. He looks down in surprise at the headless Gordon, then back up at Sam, who shrugs. They stumble off together, neither of them moving very well.

Dean: You just charged a super-vamped-out Gordon with no weapon. That's a little reckless, don't you think?




Dean is under the hood of the Impala, poking at something. Sam opens a cooler and pulls out two beers, then shuts the lid and sits on it. He opens one bottle and passes it to Dean.

Sam: Here you go.

Dean: Thanks.

Sam: Figure out what's making that rattle?

Dean: Not yet. Give me a box wrench, would you?

Sam: Yeah. There you go.

Dean: Thanks.

(he takes the wrench, then looks thoughtful.


Sam: Wrong one?

Dean: No, come here for a second.

Sam: (gets up and leans over the hood with Dean.


Dean: (gesturing)

This rattle could be a couple of things. I'm thinking it's an out-of-tune carb.

Sam: (confused)


Dean: 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.

(Sam does)

All right, you with me so far?

Sam: Yeah, uh, valve cover covers the heads.

Dean: Very good. This is your intake manifold, and on top of it?


Sam: (smiling fondly, like he's remembering something)

It's, uh, a carburetor.

Dean: Carburetor... very good.

Sam: What's with the auto shop?

(Dean holds out the socket wrench)

You don't mean you want...

Dean: Yeah, I do. You fix it.

Sam: Dean, you barely let me drive this thing.

Dean: 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?

Sam nods and takes the wrench, leans in and starts unscrewing. Dean sits on the cooler and turns slightly to watch Sam.

Dean: Put your shoulder into it.