All language subtitles for Supernatural S02E10 Hunted-eng

DEAN: Dad wants us to pick up
where he left off.

Saving people,
hunting things, the family business.

You know the truth
about Sammy and the other children?

-I've known for a while.
-Dad, you know the demon.

Said he had plans for me
and children like me.

SAM: Do you have any idea what he meant?

No, I don't.

SAM: Did he say anything to you?

No.

Nothing.

SAM: Max, your abilities they started six,
seven months ago, right?

-How'd you know?
-That's when mine started.

You and I were chosen.

-For what?
-I don't know.

Everyone's capable of murder.
That's what the demon's doing.

Pushing us to break us.

DEAN: We don't know what the demon wants.

-We all have some kind of ability.
-Ability?

Psychic ability.
I have visions, premonitions.

It's different for everybody.

SAM: The demon said he had plans for us.

-What kind of plans?
-I don't really know for sure.

MAN: Don't be afraid, Scott. You can
tell me anything, you know that.

Whatever you say won't leave this room.

It started a little over a year ago.

Migraines at first.

Then I found I could do stuff.

MAN: What do you mean, "do stuff"?

I have this ability.

When I touch something,
I can electrocute it if I want.

How do you know?

I did it to the neighbor's cat.

Its insides fried up like a hamburger.

You don't believe me.

I believe that you believe it.

Then here.

Wanna shake on it?

Why would you want
to kill the neighbor's cat?

I don't.

He wants me to.
And he doesn't want me to stop there.

Who?

The yellow-eyed man.

He comes to me in my dreams.

Tells me to do things. Awful things.

But I tell him no.

No, I don't want to.

What else does
the yellow-eyed man tell you?

-He has plans for me.
-What kind of plans?

Hello?

[SCOTT GRUNTING]

DEAN: Before Dad died, he...
He told me something.

Something about you.

SAM: What?

Dean, what did he tell you?

He said that he

wanted me to watch out for you

take care of you.

-He told you that a million times.
-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, Dean?

I'd have to kill you.

He said that I might have
to kill you, Sammy.

Kill me?

-What the hell's that supposed to mean?
-I don't know.

He must've had some reason
for saying it, right?

Did he know the demon's plans for me?
Am I supposed to go dark side?

What else did he say?

-Nothing, I swear.
-How could you not have told me?

-It was Dad. He begged me not to.
-Who cares?

Take some responsibility
for yourself, Dean.

-You had no right to keep this from me.
-You think I wanted this?

DEAN: Huh?

I wish to God
he'd never opened his mouth.

That I wouldn't have to walk around
with this screaming in my head all day.

SAM: We just gotta figure out

what's going on then,
what the hell all this means.

[SAM SNIFFS]

DEAN: We do?

I've been thinking about this.
I think we should just lay low.

At least for a while. Be safer.

-And that way I can make sure...
-What?

That I don't turn evil?

-That I don't turn into a killer?
-I never said that.

You're not careful, you will
have to waste me one day.

I never said that!

This whole thing
is spinning out of control, all right?

You're immune to some weirdo demon virus,

and I don't even know
what the hell anymore.

You're pissed at me and 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. Please, man, please.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[SAM SCREAMS]

[AVA GASPING]

BRADY: Honey? AVA: Huh?

AVA: Oh. BRADY: Are you okay?

Oh, I just had another nightmare.
It's fine, it's nothing.

-Just go back to sleep.
-Are you sure?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON JUKEBOX]

[SAM CLEARS THROAT]

-Sam. SAM: Hey, Ellen.

-Don't seem surprised to see me.
-Your brother's calling. Worried sick.

-Looking for you.
-Yeah, I figured he might.

What's going on between you two?

So, um

how's Jo?

-Well, I don't really know.
-What do you mean?

I haven't seen her in weeks.
She sends a postcard now and again.

Well, what happened?

Well, after she worked that job
with you boys

she decided she wanted
to keep on hunting.

I said, "Not under my roof."
And she said, "Fine."

[SAM SIGHS]

So I'm probably the last person
you wanna see right now.

[ELLEN CHUCKLES]

Oh, don't get me wrong.

I wish I could blame
the hell out of you boys.

ELLEN: It'd be easier.

Truth is, it's not your fault.

ELLEN: Sam

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 come here, sweetie?

I need help.

ASH: What am I looking for, Sam?
-Other people.

Other psychics like me.

As many as possible.
And I need a nationwide search.

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.

Done and done.

-That was fast.
-Well, apparently, that's my job.

ASH: Make a monkey dance at the keyboard.

ELLEN: Just tell us what you got, Ash.

Four folks fit the profile, nationwide.

Born in '83. Mother died
in a nursery fire, the whole shebang.

Four? That's it?

Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas.

Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan.

Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma.

And, uh, another name, Scott Carey.

-You got an address? ASH: Kind of.

The Arbor Hills Cemetery
in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot 486.

-So he's dead?
-Killed about a month ago.

-Killed how?
-Stabbed.

In a parking lot.

Fuzz don't have much. No suspects.

All right.

Thank you.

-Where are you going?
-Indiana.

ELLEN: Sam?

I gotta call Dean,
let him know where you are.

Ellen, I'm trying to find answers
about who I am.

My brother means well,
but he can't protect me from that.

Please.

MAN: You said you went
to high school with Scott?

SAM: Uh. Yes, sir, I did.

I just heard about what happened.
I'm so sorry.

Scotty was a good boy.

But he changed a lot since you knew him.

What do you mean?

It started about a year ago
with these headaches

then he got depressed, paranoid,
nightmares.

Nightmares?

Um. Did he ever talk to you
about his nightmares? What he saw?

No, no.

He closed up on me.

I tried to get him help but nothing took.

He'd just

lock himself in his room for days.

Do you think maybe I could see his room?

WOMAN: Ah! Please.
-Who are you?

You're in danger.

AVA: Okay, look,
I know how all this sounds,

but I'm not insane and I'm not on drugs.

Okay? I'm normal.
This is way, way off the map for me.

All right, all right, just

just calm down, okay?

-What's your name?
-Ava.

-Ava?
-Ava Wilson.

Ava, I'm Sam Winchester, all right?

Now, you were telling me
about these dreams of yours?

Oh, yeah, uh, okay...

About a year ago I started having
these, like, headaches and just

nightmares, I guess.

I didn't think much of it,
until I had this one dream

where I saw this guy get stabbed
in a parking lot.

-When was this?
-Uh, about a month ago, but anyway...

A couple of days later

I found this.

I saw this guy die.
Days before it happened.

I don't know why, I don't know...
It's just, some reason

my dreams are coming true.

And last night, I had another one.

-Okay.
-About you.

I saw you die.

-How did you find me?
-Oh, uh...

You had motel stationery.
And I Googled the motel and it was real.

And so I just thought
that I should warn you.

[SAM HUFFS]

I don't believe this.

[AVA GRUMBLES]

Of course you don't.
You think I'm a total nut job.

Wait, no, no, no,
I mean, you must be one of us.

Sorry. One of... One of who?

One of the psychics like me.

Look, Ava, I have visions too, all right?

So... So we're connected.

[AVA LAUGHING]

Okay, so you're nuts. That's great.

No, 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.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Hello?
-It's Ellen.

-Hey, have you heard from Sam?
ELLEN: I have.

But he made me promise
not to tell you where he is.

Come on, Ellen. Something bad
could be going on here,

and I swore I'd look after that kid.

They say you can't protect
your loved ones forever.

Well, I say screw that.
What else is family for?

He's in Lafayette, Indiana.

Thanks.

Why can't you just leave town?
Please, before you blow up?

No, I can't.

Oh, God. Why not?

Because there's something
going on here, Ava.

With you. With me. I mean,
there are others like us out there.

And we're all a part of something.

And I gotta 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.
Do you see this?

I am getting married in eight weeks.

I'm supposed to be home
addressing invitations.

Which I'm way behind on, by the way.

But instead, I drove out here
to save your weirdo ass.

But if you just wanna stay here
and die, fine.

Me, I'm due back on planet Earth.

Don't you wanna know
why this is happening?

I mean, don't these visions scare
the hell out of you?

Because if you walk out
that door right now

you might never know the truth.

I need your help.

WAXLER:
So, Miss Wilson, you're new in town?

That's right.

And what made you decide
to seek out therapy?

-I have no idea.
-No?

No. I mean, I'm feeling really super

anxious, right now.

Okay, anything else?

Uh...

-Holy crap.
-What?

[BIRDS FLUTTERING]

I just remembered when I was a kid,
I swallowed eight things of Pop Rocks,

and drank a can of Coke.

You don't think that counts
as a suicide attempt, do you?

Are you okay?

-Am I okay?
-Yeah.

I just helped you steal some
dead guy's confidential psych files.

[LAUGHING] I'm awesome.

SCOTT [ON RECORDER]:
It started a little over a year ago.

Migraines at first.

SCOTT:
Then I found that I could do stuff.

WAXLER: What do you mean, "do stuff"?

SCOTT: I have this ability.

When I touch something,
I can electrocute it if I want.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Thank God you're okay.

Oh, you're better than okay.
Sam, you sly dog.

WAXLER [ON RECORDER]:
What else does the yellow-eyed man say?

SCOTT: He has plans for me.

He says there's a war coming.

And people like me,
we're gonna be the soldiers.

Everything is about to change.

He's not talking about us, right?

Yeah, I think he is.

AVA: Well...

But how can we turn into that?

I don't...

SAM: Get down. AVA: Oh, my God.

AVA: Tell me what's happening!
SAM: Stay low.

DEAN: Gordon.

[GRUNTING]

You do that to my brother? I'll kill you.

Dean, wait.

Wait, I don't understand.
Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?

Trust me, they wouldn't do us much good.

These are .223 caliber. Subsonic rounds.

The guy must have put a suppressor
on the rifle.

Dude, who are you?

Uh, I just... I just, uh, watch
a lot of T.J. Hooker.

-Who are you calling?
-My brother.

I think we definitely need help.

DEAN: Hello?
-Dean.

Sam, I've been looking for you.

Yeah, uh, look,
I'm in Indiana, uh, Lafayette.

-I know.
-You do?

DEAN: Yeah, I talked to Ellen.
I just got here myself.

It's a real funky town.

You ditched me, Sammy.

Yeah, I'm sorry, look, um

-right now, there's someone after me.
-What? Who?

SAM: I don't know.
That's what we need to find out.

Where are you?

I'm staying at 5637 Monroe Street.
Why don't you meet me here?

Yeah, sure.

Now, was that so hard?

Bite me.

-What is it?
-My brother's in trouble.

What?

He gave me a code word.

SAM: Someone's got a gun on him.

-Code word?
-Yeah, funky town.

Well, he thought of it.

It's kind of a long story. Come on.

Gordy.

I know me and Sam
ain't exactly your favorite people.

But don't you think this is
a little extreme?

What, you think this is revenge?

We did leave you tied up
in your own mess for three days

ha-ha, which was awesome.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh.

Yeah.

I was planning
on whupping your ass for that.

-Mm-hm. GORDON: That's not what this is.

This isn't personal.

I'm not a killer, Dean.

I'm a hunter.

And your brother's fair game.

AVA: I don't think I should leave.
-I want you out of harm's way, Ava.

-What about you?
-Harm's way doesn't really bother me.

No, but you are walking
right into my vision.

-I mean, this is how you die.
-Doesn't matter.

It's my brother.

Maybe I can help.

You've done all you can.
Just... Just go back to your fiancé.

Are you sure?

SAM: Yes, I'm sure.

Go home, Ava. You'll be safe there.

Well, just

promise me you'll call.
When you get your brother

to let me know
that everything's all right.

I promise.

GORDON: See, I was doing an exorcism
down in Louisiana.

Teenage girl. Seemed routine,
some low-level demon.

But between the jabbering
and head-spinning

damn thing muttered something.
About a coming war.

I don't think it meant to. It just kind of
slipped out, but it was too late.

Piqued my interest.

And you can really make a demon talk,
if you got the right tools.

What happened to the possessed girl?

She didn't make it.

Well, you're a son of a bitch.

[DEAN GRUNTS]

That's my mama you're talking about.

Anyway

this demon tells me they have soldiers
to fight in this coming war.

Humans, fighting on hell's side.
Do you believe that?

I mean, they're psychics, so they're not
exactly pure humans but still...

What kind of worthless scumbag you
gotta be to turn against your own race?

But you know the biggest kick in the ass?

This demon said I knew one of them.

Our very own Sammy Winchester.

[GORDON CHUCKLING]

Oh, this is...

This is a whole new level of moronic,
even for you.

Yeah.

Come on, Dean. I know

about Sam's visions.

-I know everything.
-Really?

Because a demon told you? Ha-ha.
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 got your Roadhouse connections

I got mine.

That's how I found Sammy
in the first place.

About a month ago, I found another
one of these freaks, here in town.

He'd deep-fry a person
just by touching them.

Yeah, did he kill anyone?

Besides Mr. Tinkles, the cat? No.

But he was working up to it.

They're all gonna be killers, Dean.
We gotta take them all out.

And that means Sammy too.

Think Sam's stupid enough
to go to the front door?

No, I don't.

Especially since I'm sure you found
a way to warn him.

Ha.

You really think I'm that stupid?

No.

Sammy's gonna scope the place first.

See me covering the front door.

So he's gonna take the back.

And when he does, he'll hit the tripwire.

Then…

Boom.

Sam's not gonna fall
for a frigging tripwire.

Maybe you're right.

That's why I'll have a second one.

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.

Come on, man.

I know Sam, okay? Better than anyone.

He's got more of a conscience than I do.

The guy feels guilty
surfing Internet for porn.

Maybe you're right.

-But one day, he's gonna be a monster.
-How? Huh?

How does Sam become a monster?

-Beats me, but he 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, right?

Back when he was just some goofy,
crappy artist.

But you knew what he was
gonna turn into someday.

You'd take him out.
No questions. Am I right?

-That's not Sam.
-Yes, it is.

You just can't see it yet.

Dean, it's his destiny.

Look

I'm sympathetic.

He's your brother. You love the guy.

This has gotta hurt like hell for you.

But here's the thing.

[DEAN GRUNTING]

It would've wrecked him.

But your dad

if it came right down to it, he'd have
the stones to do the right thing here.

Are you telling me

you're not the man he is?

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

You hear him?

Here he comes.

[DEAN GROWLS]

Hold on.

Not yet.

Just wait and see.

Sorry, Dean.

[GUN COCKS]

Drop the gun.

Shouldn't take your shoes off
around here.

-You might get tetanus.
-Put it down now!

[DEAN GRUNTS]

You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy?

Because your brother,
he thinks you're some kind of saint.

Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure.

See, that's what I said.

[GRUNTING]

[SAM COUGHING]

You're no better
than the filthy things you hunt.

Do it.

Do it! Show your brother
the killer you really are, Sammy.

It's Sam.

[SAM GROANING]

-Son of a...
-Dean, no.

I let him live once.
I won't make the same mistake twice.

Trust me.

Gordon's taken care of.

Come on.

DEAN: Come on.

You call this "taken care of"?

[GRUNTING AND PANTING]

-What the hell are we doing?
-Just trust me on this.

[TIRES SCREECHING AND SIRENS WAILING]

Drop your weapons.
Get down on your knees.

COP 1: Do it now.

COP 2: Hands above your head now!

COP 3: On the ground, right now!

COP 1: Do it!

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON POLICE RADIO]

COP 2: Put your hands on your head.

Easy, now.

[COPS CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]

COP 1: Look at this. Look at this, guys.

Anonymous tip.

You're a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam.

[CHATTERING]

-Gordon Walker was hunting Sam?
-He almost killed us.

-Somebody can't keep her mouth shut.
-And you honestly think it was me?

Or Ash, or Jo? No way.

Who else knows about Sam, huh?
You must've been talking to somebody.

You can say a lot of things about us,
but we aren't disloyal,

and we're not stupid.
We haven't breathed a word of this.

Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections.

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.

ELLEN: Hell, I could name 12 of them

right now that are capable
of putting this together.

[ELLEN SIGHS]

I am sorry about what happened, Dean.

But I can't control these people.

Or what they choose to believe.

Hey, Ava. It's Sam again, um.

Call me when you get this. Just
wanna make sure you got home okay.

All right, bye.

Everything all right?

Yeah, I hope so.

Well, Gordon should be reaching for
the soap for the next few years at least.

Yeah.

If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him.

And if he doesn't bust out.

Dude, if you ever take off
like that again...

What?

You'll kill me?

-That's so not funny.
-Ha-ha-ha. All right.

All right, so where to next then?

-One word. Amsterdam.
-Dean...

I hear the coffee shops
don't even serve coffee.

-I'm not gonna just ditch the job.
-Screw the job.

Screw it. I'm sick of the job.

We don't get paid, we don't get
thanked. Only thing we get's bad luck.

Well, come on, dude. You're a hunter.
It's what you were meant to do.

I wasn't meant to do anything.
I don't believe in that crap.

You mean you don't believe in my destiny.

Well, whatever.

Look, Dean, I've tried running before.

I ran all the way to California,
and look what happened.

You can't run from this.
And you can't protect me.

I can try.

Thanks for that.

Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting.

I mean, whatever is coming,
I'm taking it head-on.

So if you really want to watch my back,
I guess you'll have to stick around.

-Bitch.
-Jerk.

[PHONE BEEPING]

You're calling that Ava girl again?
Are you sweet on her or something?

-She's engaged, Dean.
-So?

What's the point of saving the world
if you can't get a little nookie?

What?

Just a feeling.

How far is it to Peoria?

[CAR DOORS OPEN AND THEN CLOSE]

SAM: Hello?

Is anybody home?

Oh, my God.

Hey.

Sulphur.

Demon's been here.

Ava.