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Vampires. (SCOFFS)
It's funnier every time I hear it.

DEAN:
Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten.

Victims are taken to the nest,
where the packs keep them alive,

bleeding them for days or weeks.

We don't decapitate vampires.
We irradiate them.

Cool.

The toys are the fun part.

(DEMONIC ROAR)

SAM: For obvious reasons,
we don't trust the Brits.

DEAN: Well, what the hell?
Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?

MR. KETCH: I know all about the Colt.

MARY: You know, there's only five things
in all creation it can't kill.

You think Mom
would have wanted this for us?

Nothing comes before my family.
Not with me.

Really?

Or is that just what you want to believe?

You're an excellent liar, Mary.

Too bad Mom couldn't make it.

Yeah. I feel like something's going on
with her, and she ain't talking about it.

I have sort of been working
with the British Men of Letters.

So, where does that leave us?

(SIGHS) Just hear me out.

Please.

- Wow. Just, wow.
- Mmm.

Dean...

What the British Men of Letters are doing,
what we're doing,

it's a better way. They...

Look, I'm not blind to who they are,
or what they've done, but...

When?

When? When did you
start working with them?

Since before the lake house.

(SCOFFS)

It wasn't Wally.

They brought me that case.

You were running an errand for the Brits?

You kept it from us?

Cass almost died.

- I...
- A hunter got killed.

You think I don't know?

I'm the one who burned his body.
I'm the one who told his wife.

I watch him die every night.

Good.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Nice work today.

I must say, this little beauty
certainly worked as advertised.

We barely had to lift a finger.

Ah, the AVD. I do love a new toy.

(HISSING)

(COUGHING, CHOKING)

(BODY THUDS)

Mary? Everything all right?

I'm fine.

- Ketch.
- Serena.

You're headed past the armory,
if you wouldn't mind.

Unpack, re-shelve, and my Sig Sauer
could use a good scrubbing.

I have three PhDs.

And we're all very proud of you, love.

MARY: I'm doing this for you.

I'm playing three decades of
catch-up here.

And we're not?

How do you think this has been for us?

We're your sons. And you've been gone.

Our whole lives, you've been gone.

You said that you need time.
No, you said you need space.

So we gave you your space.

But you didn't need just space.
No, you needed space from us.

That's not true.

Dean, I'm trying...

How about for once,
you just try and be a mom.

MARY: I am your mother,

but I am not just a mom.

And you are not a child.

I never was.

- So, between us and them...
- It's not like that.

Yeah, Mary, it is.

And you made your choice.

So there's the door.

Sam...

You should go.

Another nest terminated, no complications.
Bit boring, really.

Good. Well, boring's good.

And how's Mary?

Excellent. As always.

She say anything about her boys?

As I've said many, many, so many times,
we don't need them.

We already have the best Winchester.

Yes. But that's not your call, is it?

Or mine.

The old men want them on board.

As far as London's concerned,
where Sam and Dean Winchester go,

the rest of
the American hunters will follow.

Hmm.

(WOOD RATTLING)

Dead guy in Akron.
Body found two days ago.

Throat ripped out, ear to ear.

- Well, good morning to you, too.
- Read it.

(CHUCKLES)

(SAM SIGHS, READING IN A WHISPER)

The guy was a known drug dealer,
with enemies.

And his throat wasn't ripped out,
it was slit. With a knife.

I'm not really sure
this is our kind of thing.

We don't know that.
His blood could've been drained.

It could've been?

You know what?

You find us a case,
'cause I need to hit something. Now.

- You wanna talk about it?
- Not really.

What was she thinking, man?

I don't know.

- Maybe we should ask her.
- What?

Look,

I am pissed and frustrated
and confused, too.

- But we've frozen her out for days.
- She lied to us, Sam.

- I know.
- For months.

I know. But it's Mom!

I mean, whatever she was doing,
she must've had a good reason.

A good reason? A good reason
for working with those ass-clowns?

Look, I hear you, all right?

But at the end of the day, she's family.
We owe it to her to at least...

All right. You know what? Screw it.
I need a drink.

You...

(SIGHS) No, I need drinks. Plural.

(SCOFFS)

And this whole peacemaker shtick
that you've been running.

First with Cass, now with Mom?
It's getting old, man.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- You're always playing the middle, Sam.

For once, why don't you pick a side?

(SCOFFS)

(FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Thanks for coming.

What's so urgent?

Sam. I messed up.

I know I messed up,

but what
the British Men of Letters are doing...

This is bigger than us, Sam.
We've got a real shot here.

A shot at what?

A world without monsters.

A world where you and Dean
don't have to hunt,

where you can have normal lives.

- I chose this life.
- I know.

But you were going to school, to college.

And I get why you gave it up.

But what if you didn't have to?

What if there was
a different future for you, for us?

That's why I'm doing this.
That is what I am fighting for.

I am not trying to recruit you,
but you need to know.

Things are changing.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Please. Just let me show you.

It's just in here.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Wow.

Believe it or not,
this is just their temporary base.

The Brits talk like they're roughing it.

Sam Winchester.

You didn't tell me
your son was stopping by.

Didn't know I had to.

Anyway, welcome.

Yeah.

Um, you know, I really dig the whole
low-budget Mission: Impossible vibe,

but I'm gonna head back.

You sure?
You're just in time for the briefing.

Mick.

I mean, that is, if you want to hear

how we're going to exterminate
every last vampire in America.

Sammy?

Lucy, I...

(READING)

Whatever.

Oh, no.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

Where's Ketch?

I don't know. He wasn't in his room,
and he isn't answering his mobile.

- Should we wait?
- No.

Did you forget your key?

Hello, mate.

How'd you find us?

This is a Men of Letters bunker.
The location's no secret to us.

Okay. Cool. Well, good talk.

And whilst I understand that you're
not feeling warmly disposed to me,

I wonder, what's your disposition
to this incredibly rare,

unspeakably expensive bottle
of barrel proof Scotch?

Before we get started,
we've got a few new faces.

This is Pierce Moncrieff,
a hunter out of Baton Rouge.

Pierce, meet Alton Morehead,
our head of R and D,

weapons development, spellwork,
that sort of thing.

And Serena Colman,
our Head of Security and Surveillance.

And, of course, you know Mary Winchester,
and her son.

Sam, please. Plenty of seats.

I'm fine.

All right, then. Let's begin.

As most of you know,
Phase One of Project V is nearly complete.

Over the past months,
we've focused our efforts on the MWR.

- Midwest region.
- When we started our operation,

there were 241 vampires
active across 12 states.

We've killed all but 11.

Wait, what? Seriously?

How?

You American hunters
tend to see vampires as criminals, rogues.

One gets out of line, you show up,
lop off its head, and leave town.

We treat them more like terrorists.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Vampires may typically hunt alone,

or in small nests, but scratch
the surface, and they're all connected.

From the lowest drone,
all the way up the chain, to the top.

To the Alpha.

Mmm-hmm.

When we find a nest, we don't just
charge in, à la John Wayne, guns blazing.

We wait. We watch.

We determine the size of the nest.
Its relationships to other vampire groups.

They tend to trade amongst themselves.
Information, victims.

We're constantly expanding
and refining our intelligence,

and when we've learned all we can,
we go, we assemble a team...

And wipe them out.

Now, all the remaining MWR vampires
have bunkered up

in an abandoned apartment building
near Wichita.

The Morest Hotel. They think they're safe.

MARY: We've got the AVD locked and loaded.

ALTON: AVD. Anti-vamp device.

Tomorrow, we ship out.

Raid the compound, terminate the colony
and complete Phase One.

And then we move on
to the rest of the country.

By the time we're done, there won't be
a single bloodsucker left in America.

They're dead.

They're all dead.

My whole nest.

I know, dear.

(SOBS)

They got them.

Drink. Get your strength back.

It's human and fresh.

Mmm.

You're safe.

You and all the others.

See, I didn't choose this place
for its ambience.

Obviously.

This? It's a fortress.

No one gets in here
without me knowing about it.

No one.

ALPHA VAMPIRE: Is that so?

Hello, my children.

Hmm.

Nice place. Quaint. Cozy.

Not much for small talk, are we?

Nope.

Well, surely you have some questions.
Why I'm here, for instance.

You're here to recruit us.

You already got Mary playing your game.
You want me. And Sam.

Well, I don't, but the old lads
have taken quite a shine to you.

Hmm.

Well, maybe they shouldn't have
sent some chick to try and kill us.

Yes. Toni. No one predicted
she would go rogue. No one but me.

I had a sneak peek at what a neurotic,
overreaching time bomb she was.

We used to date.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, I can see that.

(CHUCKLES)

Dean, I don't give a toss if you sign up.

Honestly, I don't care if you live or die.

But, since we're such
jolly good pals now...

Jolly good, huh?

Let me just say that
the Men of Letters is an excellent fit for

someone with our inclinations.

Our? As in, you and me?

You're a killer, Dean Winchester.
And so am I.

And if we go too long without something
to track, or trap, or punch or gut?

Well, things get a bit ugly, don't they?

The Men of Letters keep me busy.

They point me in a direction, and bang,
off to the races.

It's not a bad life.

Speaking of...

Mmm.

Oh...

Now that you've heard
what I have to say...

Places to be, vampires to behead.

You got a line on vamps?

I do.

Interested?

Damn. Sam Winchester.

Rufus told me all about you.

See, him and me, we worked a case
together down the Atchafalaya.

I heard.

Gotta tell ya, I sure do miss
that crotchety old son of a bitch.

Pierce? Mary? A question.

So, thoughts on our little operation?

Mmm? And our team?

Serena and Alton seem smart. Pierce...

(SIGHS)

You know he calls himself
"The Hunter King of Baton Rouge"?

I do. Unfortunately.

A buddy of mine knew him.
They worked together. Once.

Right, you see, truth is,
your mother excepted,

we've struggled to attract the top shelf
of American hunters.

Like you.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

So, what do we got?

Ten bloodsuckers. Give or take.

Two against 10. I like those odds.

Yeah. Sun will be down in an hour.

So, we should move fast.

Keep the rats from fleeing the ship.

Fancy.

You're right. Little too easy.

Got another of those?

You ready?

Always.

The place seems empty.

Yes. Curious.

Sam, this is why I asked you to come.

Even if you want no part of it,
you needed to know.

So it wasn't a sales pitch?
'Cause it was a good one.

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(DEMONIC SNARL)

I checked the areas upstairs. This place
is a ghost town. You got anything?

- Indeed.
- (WHIMPERING)

I found her hiding in the basement,
with the corpses.

Let me go!

(SNARLS)

(CHUCKLES)

Where are your friends?

I don't know.

(GRUNTING)

- No.
- Where are they?

Tell.

Me.

Where.

Okay. All right. That's enough.

Enough? She's a monster.

I know.

Just... Let me.

You're gonna need to tell us
where your friends are.

And you'll let me go?

I'll make it quick.

Hunting. They went hunting.

Hunting who?

The hunters.

SERENA: Where's McGillacutty?

- (GASPS)
- What's happening?

(SNARLING)

It's the Morest vampires. They're here.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Go, go.

No.

All right,
we gotta lock this place down ASAP.

- Fall back!
- Lock this place down now!

Fall back! Secure all exits.
Do not engage. Fall back now.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(GRUNTING)

(SNARLING)

(ROARS)

(ROARS)

Nice.

Wait! Wait.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- Doors locked?
- For now.

The rest, they're spreading out.
Surrounding the building.

How did they find us?

- How'd they even know who we are?
- (LAUGHING)

He told us. He's back to save us all.

Our father.

Your father? The Alpha?

No. That's impossible.
Our intel has him in Morocco.

He's been there for at least a decade.

Wrong.

I met him five years ago
in Hoople, North Dakota.

You're dead. You're all dead.

(VAMPIRE LAUGHING)

(GROWLS)

(SIGHS)

Your extermination plans.
Do they have any contingencies for this?

No.

(SCOFFS)

Comm's still out.
What about a scrying spell?

- If we can get a message to England...
- No. We can't wait for backup.

No, he's right.
This place was not built for defense.

And those doors will not hold long.

Okay.

Who here has ever killed anything?

(SIGHS) Great.

(GROWLING, GRUNTING)

All right. We gotta arm up.
Everybody, weapons on the table.

Blades, guns, spells.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

- Is this it?
- Yeah.

It's not enough.

Most of our weapons are in the armory,
including the AVD.

We could set it off in the vents.

Maximize coverage,
use the gas like a bug bomb.

Will it kill the Alpha?

Kill him? I doubt it. Hurt, maybe.
You got anything stronger? (SCOFFS)

Where is it?

(GROWLING)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Where did you get this?

I stole it.

From Ramiel.

Yeah, but it doesn't work.
We have no bullets.

Right.

You're right. (SNIFFS)

Right. Okay, we make some then.

I got the recipe from my buddy.

- Bobby Singer?
- Yep.

All right, Mick, you're gonna need
holy oil, sage and myrrh.

- Do you have that here?
- Yeah.

Okay, make a tincture,
coat a silver bullet.

Use this spell.
It'll mimic the original etchings.

And that'll work?

(SCOFFS) It better. If not, start praying.

'Cause we'll need a miracle.
Where's the armory?

- I'll take you.
- I got your back.

Get to work. Keep that door locked.

This way. The armory's out there.

(GRUNTING)

Is there another way?
Is there another way?

It's back there.

Go! I've got them!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

(GROWLING)

All right. Let's get the spell going.

Got it.

(CHANTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

It's me! Open the damn door!

What happened?

It was bad out there.

- (SQUELCHING)
- (GROANING)

Pretty bad in here too, huh?

No.

(GROWLING)

- (CHOKING)
- (GROWLING)

(SAM GRUNTING)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Pierce. You're a hunter.

Yes. My hunter.

Pierce and I have an arrangement.

He keeps me off the radar

and I pay him very, very well.

Alimony's a bitch.

I'm old. I like living quietly.

You've been making my life
awfully noisy lately.

You've killed so many of my children.

I've seen your work, in England.

I didn't get involved because, well,

it's England.

But America, yes.

America is my home.

And it is time

you get off my lawn.

Mom? Mom? Mom, hey. Are you all right?

Sam.

What happened?

- Got it.
- (GRUNTS)

All clear here, big daddy.

We have to go.

Yeah. Right. All right.
Come on. I got you.

Here's what you're going to do.

We will bring your communications
back online.

You will make a call to your superiors
in London.

You'll admit defeat. You will tell them
to cancel this American incursion.

And then they'll watch as
I devour you live, on screen.

Yes, it's a bit messy, but sometimes
one does have to make a point.

(GRUNTS)

Don't!

(SIGHS) My, my-

(LAUGHS)

The Colt. Powerful weapon.

Sam, you are aware that there are
five creatures on this Earth

that gun cannot kill.

- I'm one of them.
- If that were true, I'd be dead already.

That gun can't save all of you.

Who said I was here to save all of us?

My family and I, we kill vamps
when they get out of line.

And you've let us.

I have many children, Sam.
What's one, two, here or there?

Exactly.

So, let my mom and me go.

We'll walk away.

Go back to the way things were.
To the way things are supposed to be.

Hunters and vampires. Cops and robbers.
A fair fight.

And the Brit?

You can have him.

Sam? What are you doing?

Picking a side.

You bastard.

(GRUNTING)

- SAM: Mom!
- (GRUNTS)

Sam, you and I both know
that gun isn't loaded.

(CHUCKLES)

You sure?

That gun can't save all of you.

Who said I was here to save all of us?

Bastard.

(CHUCKLES) No.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CHUCKLES)

Clever, clever boy.

(GROANING)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

Mick?

Mick. All clear out there.

Took out a few stragglers.

The rest must have run
when we dropped the Alpha.

Come on.

Where were you?

- Following orders.
- That's not...

People died.

Yes, well, I don't know how it is
in your ivory tower,

but down here in the muck, people die.

The old men want the Winchesters,
so I made a play for Dean,

and it was working
until your operation went sideways.

Oh, well, better luck next time.

So, "went out, back later", huh?

Just getting a drink, huh?

I was with him when we heard
this place was under attack.

We drove like a bat out of hell.

How come? I mean,

you don't care for these guys.
You didn't even know I was here.

Right. Of course.

When I thought
something might have happened to you...

Nothing else mattered.

- Dean, the things I said...
- No, Mom, you were...

It's not your job to make my lunch

and kiss me good night. It's...

We're adults.

You're gonna make your own choices,
even if I don't like 'em.

Even if I really, really don't like 'em.

So, that's just something
I'm gonna have to get used to.

Okay. Mom?

Yeah.

(CHAIN RATTLING)

Where are you taking him?

We have ways of dealing with
hunters who go rogue.

They aren't pleasant.

- Good.
- Good.

Sam.

If you hadn't been there tonight...

Yeah, we got the kill.
That's what matters.

Hardly an advertisement for
the British Men of Letters, though.

Or my leadership.

Caught unawares,
with our proverbial pants down.

- Believe it or not, Sam, we're not...
- I'm in.

Look, tonight was bad. No doubt.

But the Alpha vampire is dead.

You're changing the world.
And I want to be a part of it.

And your brother?

Give me some time.