All language subtitles for 01 - Exile On Main St

This thing goes our way...

...and I triple-lindy into that box...

...you know I'm not coming back.

You gotta promise
not to try to bring me back.

You go find Lisa.
You go live some normal apple-pie life.

Promise me, Dean.

Promise me.

Promise me.

He wants to dream like a young man

With the wisdom of an old man

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

He wants to live like a sailor at sea

Thank God this is before Facebook.

- Me and that goat all over the Internet.
- Oh. Ha, ha. That's right.

Don't get me wrong. No complaints.

But if you'd have said to me:

"Hey, you, 15 years from now,
suburbia..."

- Oh, yeah.
- Right?

Believe me, I know.

- So you traveled around a lot, huh?
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, my whole life, pretty much.

- And...?
- Ha, ha.

I don't know.

Come on. You...

What, you moved in, what,
about a year ago?

Yeah, thereabouts.

So I've been buying you beer
for a year.

I think that means you owe me
a couple of gory details.

Oh, no. There's not much to tell,
you know? It's, uh...

Lived on the road...

...took crap jobs
that nobody else wanted.

- Like?
- Like...

...pest control.

Really?

- Pest control?
- Yeah.

Get to work with a partner.

You get to help people.

You have no idea
what's in some people's walls.

It could eat them alive.

Yeesh.

Of course, that was then and now...

- You're practically respectable.
- Psh. Yeah, wow.

I guess so.

- That's kind of scary, actually.
- Ha, ha.

Thanks, guys.

Thank you.

- I think she likes you.
- You think?

What is it with you? Like, every time.

It's like chicks specifically dig
unavailable guys.

Who knew?

Okay.

- See you tomorrow.
- I'll see you.

Okay.

Thanks, man.

No one's called about a missing person?

No, this would have been today.

So no reports of anything
around Vineland and Oak Street?

Near that hotel renovation?

Uh... Yeah, call it a hunch.

I've been a cop for a long time.

Okay. Yeah.
No, I'll call you tomorrow.

You too, man. Bye.

Hey.

Who was that?

Sid. I'm just setting up a poker game.

It's 11:30.

Is it really?

Explains why he was asleep
when I called.

I'll be right up.

Okay.

Dean? Is that a gun?

No. Yeah. Well, I got a permit for it.

What, to shoot the Glickmans' dog?

I thought that was a possum.

Remember I said I was in pest control?
Well, possums carry rabies, so:

- I did not know that.
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, possums...

Possums kill, Sid.

Oh, crap.

What's that?

Sulfur.

- I gotta go.
- Hold on, Dean.

What the hell?

Hey.

Just getting a hammer.

So I just ran into Sid.

Did you almost shoot a yorkie?

Technically.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

How come I don't believe you?

I just... I, uh... I got this...

I don't know, Spidey-sense.

Okay. Are you hunting something?

Honestly?

At first, I thought that I was...

...but I'm pretty sure
that I got worked up over nothing.

It's, uh... You know...

...it happens.

Are you sure?

I'll tell you what. Because, you know,
I have an OCD thing about this...

...why don't you and Ben
go to the movies?

Hit the Cheesecake Factory,
hang out with the teeming masses...

...and I'll do one last sweep
just to be a hundred percent.

Okay.

- Be careful.
- Careful is my middle name.

Hi, Dean.

Look what the Apocalypse
shook loose.

You have fun sniffing that trail?

Because I sure had fun
batting you around.

You can't be.

Oh, sure, I can.

- No.
- Yeah, kiddo.

The big daddy
brought your pal Cass back, right?

So why not me?

Add a little spice to all that sugar.

Really?

After all we've been through together?

You know,
you got a great little life here.

Pretty lady. Real understanding.

Hell of a kid. Ha, ha.

And how do you keep your lawn
so green?

I mean, come on, Dean.
You never been what I'd call brainy...

...but did you really think
you were gonna get to keep all of this?

You had to know that we were
coming for you sometime, pal.

Hmm.

You can't outrun your past.

Hey, Dean.

I was expecting, uh...

...I don't know, a hug...

...some holy water in the face,
something.

- So I'm dead?
- Ha, ha.

This is heaven?

- Yellow Eyes killed me, and...?
- Yellow Eyes?

That's what you saw?

Saw?

You were poisoned.

So whatever kind of crazy crap you think
you've been seeing, it's not real.

So then are you real?

- Or am I still...?
- I'm real.

Um... Here.
Let me save you the trouble.

All me. That's nasty.

Sammy?

Yeah. It's me.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You were gone. I mean, that was it.

- How did you...?
- I don't know.

- What do you mean you don't know?
- I mean, no idea. I'm just back.

Well, was it God? Or Cass?
Does Cass know anything about it?

You tell me. Cass hasn't answered
my prayers. I don't know where he is.

I mean, I was down there.

And then next minute, it's raining
and I'm lying in that field, alone.

It's hard to look for whatever saved you
when you got no leads...

...but I looked.
I mean, believe me. I looked.

For weeks.

Wait, weeks?

How long have you been back?

- How long have you been back, Sam?
- About a year.

- About a year?
- Dean...

You've been back
practically this whole time?

What, did you lose the ability
to send a text message?

- You finally had what you wanted.
- I wanted my brother, alive.

You wanted a family. For a long time.
Maybe the whole time. I know you.

You only gave it up
because of the way we lived.

You had something,
you were building something.

Had I shown up, Dean,
you would've just run off.

I'm sorry.

But it felt like after everything,
you deserved some regular life.

- What have you been doing?
- Hunting.

You left me alone
and were flying solo?

- Not solo.
- What?

- I hooked up with some people.
- You? With strangers?

They're more like family.

And they're here.

- Hey.
- Hi.

My God,
you have delicate features for a hunter.

- Excuse me?
- Dean, Gwen Campbell.

Good to finally meet you.
Sam's gone on and on.

And this is Christian...

...and Mark. Campbell.

Hi.

- Cam... Campbell, like...
- Like your mom.

Third cousin, third cousin...

Something-something, twice removed.
Grew up in the life.

Like Mom. Like us.

I thought all of Mom's relatives
were gone.

I'm sorry, it's just, you know,
why didn't we know about any of you?

Because they didn't know about you.

Not until I brought you all together.

- Samuel.
- Come here.

I'm your grandfather.

Guys, give me a second
with my grandsons here, please.

A lot of resurrections in your face today.
It's all right, take a minute.

This is gonna take
a little more than a minute.

I mean, what the hell?
How did this happen?

We're guessing whatever pulled Sam up
pulled me down.

- Whatever this is, we're part of it.
- You don't know what that is.

Bingo.

And you have no leads? Nothing?

Well, this... This is, uh...

No more doornails coming
out of that door, is there?

As far as we know,
it's Samuel and it's me.

Okay, am I the only one here
that thinks this can't all just be fine?

Believe me, you're not.

I wanted to come get you.

Sam was adamant about leaving you out.
So we did.

Until this.

Right. So then you ended up
in my garage, how?

I got hit before you did, few days ago.

Dosed up with poison.

- By?
- Couple of Djinn.

Djinn? I thought those were...

Were cave-dwelling hermit-types.
That's pretty exotic.

Not anymore, at least. These look like
regular people. They can blend in.

All they gotta do to kill you
is touch you.

Their toxins get in your system...

...you're hallucinating
your worst nightmares and you OD.

- Well, then how are you breathing air?
- Samuel had a cure.

You got a cure for Djinn poison?

Oh, I know a few things.

Stick around, I'll show you tricks
your daddy never even dreamed of.

Uh...

- Okay, why are these things after us?
- Well, you did stake one a while back.

After they came after me...

...we were pretty certain that they were
gonna go gunning for you next.

Lisa and Ben. They're at the house.
If that thing comes back...

I sent someone over there
to watch them.

You gotta take me home.

Lisa?

Lisa. Ben?

Ben!

Come on, come on.

Hey, there you are.

- Where have you been?
- We were at the movies, you knew that.

Dean. Ow.

- What happened?
- Go upstairs and pack a bag.

- Where are we going?
- Friend's house.

It's okay, go on up.
I'll be there in a sec.

Um...

Oh, my God.

- Lisa, Ben, I don't know if you remember...
- Sam.

Damn it.

It's good to see you too.
It's been a while.

If you're here, something's wrong.

- Bobby, this is Lisa and Ben.
- Hi.

Well, it's nice to finally meet you two.

Mi casa es su casa.

Maybe you wanna just go upstairs.

TV's broken,
but there's plenty of Reader's Digest.

Just don't touch the decor, okay?

Assume it's all loaded.

So...

Hey, Bobby.

Sam.

You knew? You knew Sam was alive?

Yeah.

- How long?
- Look...

How long?

All year.

- You gotta be kidding me.
- And I'd do it again.

- Why?
- Because you got out, Dean.

You walked away from the life...

...and I was so damn grateful,
you got no idea.

Do you have any clue
what walking away meant for me?

Yeah. A woman and a kid...

...and not getting your guts ripped out
at age 30, that's what.

I went to them
because you asked me to.

- Good.
- Good for who?

I showed up on their doorstep
half out of my head with grief.

God knows why they even let me in.
I drank too much, I had nightmares.

I looked everywhere.

I collected hundreds of books,
trying to find anything to bust you out.

- You promised you'd leave it alone.
- Of course I didn't. Sue me.

A damn year?

You couldn't put me
out of my misery?

Look, I get it wasn't easy,
but that's life.

And it's as close to happiness
as I've ever seen a hunter get.

Ain't like I wanted to lie to you, son.

But you were out, Dean.

Do I look out to you?

How's he doing?

He's okay. How are you?

I know Bobby's a little crotchety,
but he's great.

He's gonna look after you guys.
Me and Sam, we're gonna head out.

Mm.

For how long?

I'm so sorry, Lisa.

- For what?
- Those things were coming for me...

...and I should've known.

How could you know a monster
was gonna show up?

I should've known that if I stayed
with you, that something would come...

...because something always does.

But I was stupid and reckless...

...and you can't outrun your past.

You're saying goodbye.

I'm saying I'm sorry...

...for everything.

Everything.

You're an idiot.

I know it wasn't perfect,
but we were in it together.

I was a wreck.

The guy that saved the world
shows up at your door...

...you expect him
to have a couple of issues.

And you're always so amazing
with Ben.

You know what I wanted
more than anything...

...was a guy that Ben could look up to.

Like...

Like a dad.

So you're saying it's all bad, Dean?

Because it was the best year
of my life.

- What's the plan?
- Oh, right now, we stock up, get set.

So you're saying there is no plan.

We'll find them. We gotta be patient.

Yeah, okay.

Or here's an alt.

Why don't we go kill the sons of bitches
that broke into my home?

Relax, Dean. We got it handled.
Djinn are hard to draw out.

You've been out of the game.
Leave it to the professionals.

Yeah. Sure.

Tiny suggestion.

You see, Djinn are easier to draw out
when you got bait.

They want Sam and me.
They know where I live.

Now, I haven't been hunting in a while,
but I'm gonna stick my neck out...

...and guess that's a pretty good place
for us to go.

See, it's almost like I'm a professional.

Oh, I love this one.

Yours or, uh, your wife's?

Hey.

Do me a favor. Don't touch that.

Golf?

- Really?
- It's a... It's a sport.

Nice house.

Oh, yeah. Go ahead, say it.
Call me a soccer mom. Whatever.

"Soccer mom," huh?
I'll have to look that up on the intranet.

Believe it or not, I... I get it, Dean.

You wanted a normal life.
Your mom wanted a normal life too.

You remind me of her, actually.

The attitude, for one thing.

Your brother tell you what we've been
dealing with the past few months?

No, not really.

I've never seen anything like it.
Been working around the clock.

- So, what's going on?
- We don't know.

It goes way past a couple of Djinn
acting off.

Nocturnals attacking in broad daylight.
Werewolves out on the half-moon.

Creatures we've never seen before.
We don't even know what they are.

I'm knee-deep in half-eaten human hearts
and exsanguinated 10-year-olds...

...and it's all making me...

...uneasy.

- So, what's your theory?
- You tell me.

All we know is it's all hands on deck.

We're counting on each other right now.
That's how it is with Campbells.

We need you, Dean.

Look, I hear you, but...

You don't know
what you're part of, Dean.

You know, you had ancestors...

...hacking the heads off vamps
on the Mayflower.

What I'm saying
is that we're your blood.

We're out there dying, trying to get
in front of whatever this is.

Maybe not the best time for golf.

Hey.

- You don't really say much, do you?
- Enough.

Any sign of them?

Three Djinn off in the trees.

Those Djinn are just sitting out there,
watching us.

- Everybody's gotta clear out.
- What?

They're not gonna come
until me and Sam are alone.

So I'm supposed to leave you here
with no backup?

Dean's right. They're smart.

They'd wait
till they weren't outnumbered.

All right, we won't be far.
You call when they come, you hear?

You bet.

Pack up, we're out of here.

You okay?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. No. This is...

This is crazy.

I mean, you, Grandpa...

...whoever brought you back...

- They don't wanna be found.
- I get that.

But who are they?
What do they want? Why?

That's a good question.

Do you remember it?

- What?
- The cage.

Yeah.

- You wanna...?
- No.

- If anybody can relate...
- Dean, I don't wanna talk about it.

I'm back. I get to breathe fresh air.
Have a beer. Hunt with my family.

See you again.

So why exactly would I wanna
think about hell?

And you really think...?

- They're dead and you know it.
- This is happening because of me.

Dean...

Sid?

You made it through that last trip,
so how about a big fat double dose?

Bad news, it'll kill you.

But good news, at least you'll go fast.

That's for our father,
you son of a bitch.

I just... I couldn't sleep at that house.

It's okay. Don't worry, we'll call Dean.

Aw, don't worry about them, Dean.
Worry about me.

No!

There, there, kiddo.

You stay away from him.

Lisa.

- Drink it.
- Ben, no.

- You'll feel better.
- No!

It's all your fault.

Lisa.

This, something else,
we both know that's details.

There's something coming
for this one...

...and you can't stop it.

- It's all your fault.
- Lisa.

Drink it. You'll feel better.

- Ben, don't.
- Your fault.

Can't stop it.

- No!
- Aah!

I got her. Go get Dean.

No.

- Got her.
- Relax, hon. We're not gonna kill you.

Get her in the van
before the boys get back.

Come on.

So Samuel and the cozes?

Don't know. They left in a hurry.
I'm meeting them back at their place.

You coming with me?

No. No, I'm going back
for Lisa and Ben.

- I thought you said...
- I did. I changed my mind.

- Look, I practically shoved you at them.
- A funny way to put it, but all right.

I'm saying,
I really wanted that for you.

And when I told you to go,
I thought you could have it, you know?

But now I'm not so sure.

I mean, you'll be putting them in danger
if you go back.

So it's better to leave them alone,
unprotected?

And then they're not in danger?
I did this to them.

I made them vulnerable the moment I
knocked on their door. I can't undo that.

But what I can do
is go with the best option.

I hear you.

I guess I just wish you were coming,
that's all.

Why?

- Don't be stupid.
- No, I mean it.

You know plenty of good hunters.
I'm rusty.

I did something seriously stupid going
out there. I almost got us both killed.

And that's exactly why I want you.

What are you talking about?

You just went.

You didn't hesitate.

Because you care
and that's who you are.

Me...

- ...I wouldn't even think to try.
- Yes, you would.

No, Dean.

I'm telling you.

It's just better with you around.
That's all.

Listen.

She should be hunting. Take her.

Thanks. Really.

But I already got my car set up
how I like it.

I should hit the road.

I'll walk you out.

You keep in touch, you hear?

Of course.

It was really good to see you again,
Dean.