Meggie
DreamboatAmy84
LilithSupernatural: Time Is On My Side
May 15th 2008 06:03
WIth only one week to go before Dean's contract is up, the boys are desperate to find a way to save him!
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A man gets attacked and shoved into a trunk while walking out to his car at night. The next thing he knows, he’s stumbling into the ER, shocked, and holding on to his side with bloody hands. The nurse approaches him, assures him that whatever it is, she’s seen it before and finally convinces him to move his arms so she can see…*splat* Ahhh! AH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!
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Meanwhile…Sam and Dean are busy dowsing a demon with holy water trying to get him to tell them who holds Dean’s contract. He refuses to tell them, and when Dean asks one last time, the demon insults their mom (bad idea!) and doesn’t seem to care if they send him back to where he came from. He tells Dean there’ll be many like him just waiting for a go at Dean Winchester.
Sam sends the demon bye-bye.
Later on, the boys discuss the guy who showed up at the hospital. Turns out he had his liver cut out. Sam just got a call that the dead body was covered in bloody fingerprints matching a guy who died in 1981.
Dean looks at Sam. “Really? Wo what are we talking about the walking dead? The walking killing dead?”
“Maybe.”
“Zombies do like the other other white meat…huh.” Dean goes on to ask Sam why he’s suddenly so interested in zombies when they’ve spending the last three months on “soul saving” mission. Sam argues that Dean’s “the one who’s been all gung-ho to hunt. I just thought I’d be doing you a favor.”
“Hey, no, no, no, no,” Dean says, standing up. “I didn’t say I didn’t wan to do it okay? I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies.”
“Okay fine, whatever.” Sam tries not to grin as Dean heads for the door to get started on said zombie-hunting..
~*~*~
Sam and Dean visit the morge.
When Dean asks if there were any teeth marks on the body, the coroner asks to see their badges again. When they show him, he just replies. “So you’re cops and morons.”
“Excuse me?” Dean asks, quickly adding, “No no, we’re very smart.”
The coroner explains that the liver was not ripped out, it was removed. “Surgically. By someone who knew there way around a scalpel.” Didn’t they read his report?
Uh, yeah of course. They’ll be leaving now.
Out in the hall the brothers wonder if the scalpel means it isn’t zombies. Unless, as Dean puts it, it’s “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Zombie” at work. They decide they shouldn’t be looking for zombies, but for survivors of organ theft.
~*~*~
At the hospital, Sam and Dean talk to a man who, just like the old they-stole-my-kidney nightmare goes, they…well “they” (whoever that may be) stole his kidney. He woke up in a bathtub full of ice and one less internal organ.
The man doesn’t want to talk. He just got his kidney stolen, he’s tired. When Dean asks him if he wants to catch the guy, he just replies, “Will it get me back my kidney?”
Sam asks him what the last thing he remembers is, and it’s feeding his meter. He was struck from behind and woke up strapped to a table , “and then the worst pain you could possibly imagine? Only worse.” Then he blacked out again and woke up in a hotel bathtub full of ice.
Dean: You don’t remember anything about the surgery? You know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room…?
Guy: Let me think about that…yeah…*Sam looks interested and ready to write it down* one thing is coming back to me. You know what I remember? Getting my kidney cut out of my body!
Okay then…
~*~*~
Back at the hotel, Dean tries to eat as Sam tells him about his new theory. Apparently the guy’s incision’s were sewed up with silk. Sure it’s weird for today, but it turns out it used to be the suturing substance of choice way back in the 19th century.
Sam flips his computer around for Dean to look at.
“It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections and the death rate was insane.” Dean continues to eat and click through the pictures as Sam continues. “So doctors had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots.”
“Dude I’m eating.”
“It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue and they leave good tissue. And get this, when they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots—”
“Dude I’m eating!” Dean takes drink and tries to get this all straight. So someone’s doing a little Antique Roadshow surgery, some organ theft.—Suddenly Dean asks, “Why does this sound so familiar?”
It’s because he’s heard it before. Sam pulls out their dad’s journal and explains, “Doc Benton.” Brilliant real-life doctor from New Hampshire who became obsessed with alchemy…especially how to live forever.”
One day the doc just abandoned his practice, and 20 years later people show up dead…or missing body parts. Because whatever the doctor was doing, was working. Parts would wear out and he’d just find someone to replace them.
But wait, Dean points out, “I thought Dad hunted him down and took his heart out.”
Sam shrugs. “Yeah I guess the doc must have plugged in a new one.”
So, where’s he setting up camp? According to their dad’s journal, somewhere in the forest with access to a river or stream. Why?
“Because that’s where he likes to dump the bile and intestines, and fecal matter,” Sam answers, trying not to laugh as he watches Dean eat. “Lost your appetite yet?”
Dean struggles a moment, frowns, looks at his sandwich then…” Ah baby I can’t stay mad at you.” He takes a big bite.
~*~*~
It’s a foggy night and a guy jots down a lit pathway to the beeping of his watch heart monitor. He stops to rest on some stairs, leans down to ties his shoe and—Whoosh! A gloved hand and a white cloth shoot out of nowhere to cover his mouth and nose.
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The guy wakes up, blurry-eyed, only to realize that he’s tied down to a very old table.
His heart rate beeping begins to climb.
He looks around the old dirty room until his eyes finally focus on a jar of maggots. What the—suddenly a old masked man appears before him, one milky eye visible as he raises his scapal.
“No…”
“Shhh…” The old man with the patched together face and blood spattered medical mask, leans closer, the scalpel inching closer to slide into and down the man’s chest. He starts to yell. “Aaahhh! No please—” he gasps as the old guy goes for the rib cutters.
*Snip…snip…snip!* Oh man, that’s gotta—*CRUNCH*
The poor guy looks down at his chest horrified as the crazy doctor lifts his beating heart from his chest.
The watch stops beeping.
~*~*~
The Erie Motel
Sam and Dean are studying a map when Dean’s phone rings. It’s Bobby. Turns out he’s got a lead on Bela. She got a hold of one of his old acquaintances in Vermont. Bobby tells Dean to make sure he takes a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue with him.
When Dean tells Sam they’ve finally got a lead on Bela, Sam thinks they should stay here and finish the case. Dean asks his brother if he’s insane. and Sam argues that Bela stole The Colt months ago, there’s no way she could still have it now.
“She probably sold it the second she got it.”
“Then I’ll kill her, win win.” Dean packs up his stuff. They’re going.
Sam’s not. This case they’re already on? It could be the answer to Dean’s deal breaking.
Sam: This is what’s gonna save you.
Dean: What? Chasing some Frankenstein?
Sam: Chasing immortality.
Sam points out that the good ol’ creepy doctor can’t die. If they can just find out what he did, they can do it to Dean and he won’t be able to die. Dean starts to get suspicious. Did Sam know this was Doc Benton to begin with?
No…well, he was hoping that it was, but…
So the whole zombie thing was just a lie?
Sam just didn’t want to say anything until he was sure. They begin to argue.
Sam: I was just trying to help.
Dean: You’re not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, you die. Guess what? Living forever is welching.
Okay, then Sam will take the magic pill too. Dean’s not having it. He’s going after Bela whether Sam’s coming or not. Sam is just as adamant about staying. When Dean asks him if he’s coming or not, Sam says that he’s staying.
No, Dean’s not going to let his little brother wander around by himself in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak!
Sam: You’re not gonna let me?
Dean: No I’m not gonna let you.
Sam: How’re you gonna stop me?
This catches Dean off guard. Well…Sam calmly points out that they’re trying to do the same thing here, just different ways. Okay…but Dean’s going. If Sam wants to stay fine…
Dean heads for the door, then pauses to turn around as he’s halfway out. “Sammy be careful.”
Sam turns to look at his brother. “You too…”
Clearly splitting up is the last thing they really want to do, but this time neither is going to budge…
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Canaan, Vermont
Dean walks up to a caged door with a sign reading “NO SOLICITORS THAT MEANS YOU!”. He rings the buzzer and knocks on the door, watching a surveillance camera turn to look at him.
Finally a voice calls out, “What?”
Dean tells Rufus (the surprise guest role by X-files alum Steven Williams was a great surprise!) who he is, that he’s a friend of Bobby’s, and Rufus just answers, “So?” He wants nothing to do with Dean. Yeah he knows where Bela is, but he’s not going to tell him. Now go away.
Dean goes about the conversation in his own Dean-way and finally tells Rufus that he’s going to leave but first, he has a quick question. What does he know about Johnny Walker Blue scotch? “Is this considered good?”
Rufus smiles. Well, come on in then!
Dean sits down with a (very happy now) Rufus, and once again asks where Bela is. Rufus asks, “You’ve got three weeks left. Why are you wasting your time with that skinny stuck-up English girl?”
Dean let’s out a soft mirthless laugh, then asks, “How do you know about that?”
Apparently Rufus knows things…lots of things about a lot of people. “I know ain’t no pea shooter gonna save you.” Rufus goes on to tell Dean that even if he does manage to get out his deal somehow, another one’s just going to come along. Rufus doesn’t believe in happy endings for “people like us”.
Dean’s response? “Well ain’t you a bucket of sunshine.”
“I’m what you’ve got to look forward to if you survive,” Rufus replies. “Which you won’t.”
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Meanwhile, Sam’s followed his map out to a…field?
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Rufus tells Dean that there are things about Bela that he doesn’t know. He lifted her fingerprint, which got him nowhere. Apparently she burned them off “probably years ago.” When Dean points out that Rufus is just where they are, Rufus just smirks. “Nope.”
Okay…
Rufus: You do her ear?
Dean: Sorry?
Rufus: You do her ear.
Dean: *thinks a second* Hey man I’ll try anything once, but I don’t know that sounds uncomfortable.
Rufus doesn’t laugh. He elaborates that ears are as unique to people as fingerprints. The method of earprinting isn’t as well-used over here as it is in England. A friend of a friend of a friend of Rufus managed to fax him 10 pages of confidential info on Bela thanks to one clean shot of Bela’s ear.
Rufus gets up and tosses a file onto the table in front of Dean. “The so-called Bela Talbot.”
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Sam enters Doc Benton’s dark and creepy lair, flashlight in hand. He finds Benton’s lab book and tucks it into his jacket before heading downstairs…
His flashlight comes upon heart-got-cut-out man lying on a table. Covered in a bloody sheet. Sam takes his pulse, he’s clearly dead.
He searches around until he finds another victim, this time a girl. She’s lying on another table, her bloody arm covered in maggots. Sam starts to take her pulse and WHOA! She’s alive!
The girl starts to whimper, panicking, and Sam assures her he’s here to help. He tries to get her to stay quiet as he wraps a towel around her maggoty arm. Clearly it hurts a lot!
The girl tries very hard not to make any noise, but the doc is coming! Dust falls from the old stairs as he slowly creeps his way down into the basement, lantern in hand…His patched up face is even more evident without his surgical mask.
He spots the empty table…
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Sam rushes out of the woods, girl in his arms. Run Sam! Ruuuuunnnnn! Crazy immortal doctor is coming!
Sam gets the girl into the car…he’s gonna make it! He rushes around to the driver’s side, gets in, starts, the key, eases the girl back onto her side and—BAM!
Doc Benton smashes through the window and starts banging Sam’s head into the steering wheel!!
Sam throws the car into reverse, slams down on the gas, then backs up with the doc on the hood. Benton eventually flies off and Sam doesn’t hesitate to run him over on his drive out!
Benton gets up, snapping his head back into place. A stream of blood seeps from his milky eye as he watches the car drive away.
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Bela enters her motel room and is instantly attacked by Dean. He slams her against the wall, shoving a gun in her face to let her know he’s not kidding this time.
“Where’s The Colt?”
“Dean—”
“No extra words.”
“Long gone. Across the world by now.”
Dean doesn’t believe her. He orders her not to move and begins to search her room. Nothing in the desk, nothing in the drawers…BAM! Dean shoots the door inches from Bele’s head. “Don’t move.”
Dean pulls out her suitcase and Bela just says, “It’s gone. Get on a plane if you must. If you track down the buyer you might catch up to him eventually.”
Dean turns to face her, leveling his gun at her head.
Bela: You going to kill me?
Dean: Oh yeah.
Bela: You’re not the cold-blooded type.
Dean: You mean like you? It’s true. See, I couldn’t imagine killing my parents.
Bela starts to say she doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but Dean interrupts with her own story. How her parents died in a much too convenient car crash leaving little 14 year old Bela rich.
*Flash to a teenage Bela sitting on a bed, silent tears running down her face. She looks up as her father enters the room, closing the door behind him…*
Bela: They were lovely people. And I killed them…and I got rich…
She insists that she couldn’t care less what happened to them or to Dean, and Dean gets in her face, knocking loose a strand of…some sort of plant lining the top of the door… “You make me sick.”
“Likewise.”
They stare each other down for a long moment, then Dean steps back, raising his gun again. He stares at Bela, glances up at the small branch, then lowers the gun. “You’re not worth it.”
Dean shoves her out of the way and leaves without another word.
Bela pulls out the folded receipt she snagged from Dean’s pocket. Printed at the top is “The Erie”. She gets on the phone.
“It worked. He found me…No Sam wasn’t with him, but I know where they are.”
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Sam’s phone rings. It’s Dean driving back. Looks like it didn’t go well with either of their plans. Dean confesses, “The Colt’s gone. This time I’m really screwed Sam.”
“Maybe not,” Sam says, getting off the bed to head towards the book on the table. “Dean I found Benton’s cabin.”
“You okay? Was he there?”
“Yeah.”
“You kill him?”
“No.”
“What do you mean no?”
“Dean please, just listen for a second.” Sam continues to explain that the “live forever formula” isn’t black magic, in fact it isn’t magic at all. “It’s just science, Dean. Very very extremely weird science but…”
What is he saying? This could save Dean! He starts to explain that there are still things that he doesn’t get but—MMmpphff!
The phone drops to the floor.
“Sammy?”
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Sam wakes up with eyes taped open and the rest of him strapped down to Benton’s table. The doctor calmly assures him that there’s nothing to worry about. His chancing of coming out of this procedure are very very high.
Oh well that’s comforting. Not!
“How do you know my name?” Sam asks as Benton’s heating up what looks like a very old ice cream scooper in a hot flame.
“Oh, I know…” he trails off then asks quietly. “You think I’m some kind of monster don’t you? I tell you I have NEVER done anything I didn’t have to do. This whole eternal life thing is very high maintenance.” He leans in closer. “Something goes bad like my eyes here? You have to replace them.”
He goes on to explain how “very inconvenient” it was when Sam’s father cut out his heart. He very much enjoyed reading all about himself in the journal. Kind of makes it this whole thing feel like some sort of family reunion.
“Well,” Benton drawls. “I guess it’s about time that we get this thing started.”
The ice cream scoop inches closer and closer to Sam’s eye…Sam starts to hyperventilate…it gets closer… starts to *cringe* turn and—BAM!
Benton turns around to face Dean. “Shoot all you want,” he says calmly. Dean does. Benton knocks him to the side easily, and goes to have a closer look.
Dean shoves a knife into his chest and Benton just laughs. “A knife? What part of immortality do you not understand?” He stands up with the knife in his chest and adds, “Pity about the hear though. It was a brand new.”
“Good,” Dean says. “Should be pumping nice and strong. Sending this stuff throughout your whole body” He holds up an old bottle. Dipped the knife in it before he came downstairs. Benton starts to sway, finally falling to the floor, out of it.
Doc Benton wakes up to find himself strapped to his own table.
Dean: Wakey wakey eggs and bacey!
Benton tries to talk Dean out of what he’s about to do. “I can help you. I know what you need….I can read the formula for you.”
Sam is seriously considering his words. This could be the miracle they’ve been looking for! Immortality?
“Dean.”
“Sam.”
Sam pulls his brother to the side. “Dean we’re talking hell in three weeks or we’re needing a new pancreas in like half a century.”
“Yeah but we can’t exactly get those in a Quickie Mart,” Dean argues.
“No but it buys us more time” Sam begs his brother to just think about it.
Dean takes a short moment, then looks at his brother. “No.”
“Dean don’t you want to live?!”
“What he is isn’t living,” Dean argues. “Look this is simple—”
“Simple?”
“To me it is. Black or white, humor or not human.” Dean would rather die than end up the monster Benton is. Sam can either help him or not.
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Benton wakes up in the dark. He strikes a match and finds himself in an old refrigerator! He starts banging on the door, “Don’t be stupid! I can’t help you!!” he shouts as he continues to bang on the chained closed refrigerator lying in the bottom of a freshly dug grave. Benton’s lab book lies on top.
Dean: Enjoy forever in their, Doc.
Dean starts shoveling the dirt in and Sam takes one last look at the book before joining in to help as Bento continues to cry, “Let me out, let me out, nooooo!”
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The Erie
Bela’s heels click down the greenish-tinged motel hallway, as she creeps up to the door and pulls out a gun with a silencer.
She slowly opens the door…and shots both sleeping forms twice without hesitation.
Bela lowers her gun and goes to turn on the light. She leans over the bed on the left and pulls back the covers…only to find out she’s shot a blowup doll! It deflates in front of her. She goes to the other bed to find the doll’s sister deflating in the sheets.
The phone rings.
“Hiya Bela, here’s a fun fact you may not know,” Dean says. “I felt your hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt.”
“You don’t understand—” she starts.
“Oh I’m pretty sure I understand perfectly. You see I noticed something interesting in your hotel room,” Dean informs her. “Something tucked above the door? An herb? Devil’s shoestring?” Bela sits down on the bed as Dean continues, “There’s only one use for that. Holding hellhounds at bay.”
He let’s her know that he went back to take a look at her parents’ obituary. Turns out they died ten years ago today. She made a deal didn’t she? And now her time is up.
Bela chokes back tears as…*Flashback: A teenage Bela sits on the squeaky swings with a little blonde girl who tells her, “I can take care of them for you. And it won’t even cost you anything…for ten. Whole. Years. (cue red demon eyes!)*
Dean asks if that’s why Bela stole The Colt and she doesn’t deny it. But stealing The Colt wasn’t going to help was it? No because they changed the deal. “They wanted me to kill Sam.”
Dean: Really? Wow. Demons untrustworthy, shocker!
Bela’s cuttin’ it pretty close isn’t she? I mean, wow look at that it’s 11:58.
Suddenly Bela stars full-out crying. “Dean listen, I need help!”
“Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.”
“I know I don’t deserve it,” Bela replies, still crying.
That’s right she doesn’t but the worst part? “If you would have just come to us sooner ASKED for help? We probably could have taken The Colt and saved you!” Clearly Sam and Dean are furious at her for this fact among many others.
“I know, and saved yourself.” Bela knows about his deal. Who told her? The demon holds her deal holds his, everyone’s, deal.
“She?” Dean asks.
“Her name’s Lilith.”
“Lilith?” Dean shares a look with Sam as he asks Bela, “Why should I believe you?”
“You shouldn’t but it’s the truth.”
This can’t help Bela now, so why’s she telling Dean this? In hopes that maybe he can kill her.
Dean: I’ll see you in hell.
He hangs up the phone.
Bela hangs up the phone. Hounds are heard baying in the distance. She stands up to face the window and—
END.
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Guess I was rigth in predicting that Bela wouldn't last past this season! Okay, yes, like Dean I kind of felt sorry for her in the end, but...*runs and hides from all the Bela-lovers*...I'm glad she's gone. I'm sorry! I can't help it! LoL
I can't wait to see what happens in the season finale. We all know Dean'll be there in some way shape or form next season, but the question is, which way and in what form? *sits tapping the keys nervously* Okay, I'm just not going to think about it...
In any case, great episode as always Supernatural!! Keep up the good work!!
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A man gets attacked and shoved into a trunk while walking out to his car at night. The next thing he knows, he’s stumbling into the ER, shocked, and holding on to his side with bloody hands. The nurse approaches him, assures him that whatever it is, she’s seen it before and finally convinces him to move his arms so she can see…*splat* Ahhh! AH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!
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Meanwhile…Sam and Dean are busy dowsing a demon with holy water trying to get him to tell them who holds Dean’s contract. He refuses to tell them, and when Dean asks one last time, the demon insults their mom (bad idea!) and doesn’t seem to care if they send him back to where he came from. He tells Dean there’ll be many like him just waiting for a go at Dean Winchester.
Sam sends the demon bye-bye.
Later on, the boys discuss the guy who showed up at the hospital. Turns out he had his liver cut out. Sam just got a call that the dead body was covered in bloody fingerprints matching a guy who died in 1981.
Dean looks at Sam. “Really? Wo what are we talking about the walking dead? The walking killing dead?”
“Maybe.”
“Zombies do like the other other white meat…huh.” Dean goes on to ask Sam why he’s suddenly so interested in zombies when they’ve spending the last three months on “soul saving” mission. Sam argues that Dean’s “the one who’s been all gung-ho to hunt. I just thought I’d be doing you a favor.”
“Hey, no, no, no, no,” Dean says, standing up. “I didn’t say I didn’t wan to do it okay? I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies.”
“Okay fine, whatever.” Sam tries not to grin as Dean heads for the door to get started on said zombie-hunting..
~*~*~
Sam and Dean visit the morge.
When Dean asks if there were any teeth marks on the body, the coroner asks to see their badges again. When they show him, he just replies. “So you’re cops and morons.”
“Excuse me?” Dean asks, quickly adding, “No no, we’re very smart.”
The coroner explains that the liver was not ripped out, it was removed. “Surgically. By someone who knew there way around a scalpel.” Didn’t they read his report?
Uh, yeah of course. They’ll be leaving now.
Out in the hall the brothers wonder if the scalpel means it isn’t zombies. Unless, as Dean puts it, it’s “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Zombie” at work. They decide they shouldn’t be looking for zombies, but for survivors of organ theft.
~*~*~
At the hospital, Sam and Dean talk to a man who, just like the old they-stole-my-kidney nightmare goes, they…well “they” (whoever that may be) stole his kidney. He woke up in a bathtub full of ice and one less internal organ.
The man doesn’t want to talk. He just got his kidney stolen, he’s tired. When Dean asks him if he wants to catch the guy, he just replies, “Will it get me back my kidney?”
Sam asks him what the last thing he remembers is, and it’s feeding his meter. He was struck from behind and woke up strapped to a table , “and then the worst pain you could possibly imagine? Only worse.” Then he blacked out again and woke up in a hotel bathtub full of ice.
Dean: You don’t remember anything about the surgery? You know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room…?
Guy: Let me think about that…yeah…*Sam looks interested and ready to write it down* one thing is coming back to me. You know what I remember? Getting my kidney cut out of my body!
Okay then…
~*~*~
Back at the hotel, Dean tries to eat as Sam tells him about his new theory. Apparently the guy’s incision’s were sewed up with silk. Sure it’s weird for today, but it turns out it used to be the suturing substance of choice way back in the 19th century.
Sam flips his computer around for Dean to look at.
“It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections and the death rate was insane.” Dean continues to eat and click through the pictures as Sam continues. “So doctors had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots.”
“Dude I’m eating.”
“It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue and they leave good tissue. And get this, when they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots—”
“Dude I’m eating!” Dean takes drink and tries to get this all straight. So someone’s doing a little Antique Roadshow surgery, some organ theft.—Suddenly Dean asks, “Why does this sound so familiar?”
It’s because he’s heard it before. Sam pulls out their dad’s journal and explains, “Doc Benton.” Brilliant real-life doctor from New Hampshire who became obsessed with alchemy…especially how to live forever.”
One day the doc just abandoned his practice, and 20 years later people show up dead…or missing body parts. Because whatever the doctor was doing, was working. Parts would wear out and he’d just find someone to replace them.
But wait, Dean points out, “I thought Dad hunted him down and took his heart out.”
Sam shrugs. “Yeah I guess the doc must have plugged in a new one.”
So, where’s he setting up camp? According to their dad’s journal, somewhere in the forest with access to a river or stream. Why?
“Because that’s where he likes to dump the bile and intestines, and fecal matter,” Sam answers, trying not to laugh as he watches Dean eat. “Lost your appetite yet?”
Dean struggles a moment, frowns, looks at his sandwich then…” Ah baby I can’t stay mad at you.” He takes a big bite.
~*~*~
It’s a foggy night and a guy jots down a lit pathway to the beeping of his watch heart monitor. He stops to rest on some stairs, leans down to ties his shoe and—Whoosh! A gloved hand and a white cloth shoot out of nowhere to cover his mouth and nose.
~*~*~
The guy wakes up, blurry-eyed, only to realize that he’s tied down to a very old table.
His heart rate beeping begins to climb.
He looks around the old dirty room until his eyes finally focus on a jar of maggots. What the—suddenly a old masked man appears before him, one milky eye visible as he raises his scapal.
“No…”
“Shhh…” The old man with the patched together face and blood spattered medical mask, leans closer, the scalpel inching closer to slide into and down the man’s chest. He starts to yell. “Aaahhh! No please—” he gasps as the old guy goes for the rib cutters.
*Snip…snip…snip!* Oh man, that’s gotta—*CRUNCH*
The poor guy looks down at his chest horrified as the crazy doctor lifts his beating heart from his chest.
The watch stops beeping.
~*~*~
The Erie Motel
Sam and Dean are studying a map when Dean’s phone rings. It’s Bobby. Turns out he’s got a lead on Bela. She got a hold of one of his old acquaintances in Vermont. Bobby tells Dean to make sure he takes a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue with him.
When Dean tells Sam they’ve finally got a lead on Bela, Sam thinks they should stay here and finish the case. Dean asks his brother if he’s insane. and Sam argues that Bela stole The Colt months ago, there’s no way she could still have it now.
“She probably sold it the second she got it.”
“Then I’ll kill her, win win.” Dean packs up his stuff. They’re going.
Sam’s not. This case they’re already on? It could be the answer to Dean’s deal breaking.
Sam: This is what’s gonna save you.
Dean: What? Chasing some Frankenstein?
Sam: Chasing immortality.
Sam points out that the good ol’ creepy doctor can’t die. If they can just find out what he did, they can do it to Dean and he won’t be able to die. Dean starts to get suspicious. Did Sam know this was Doc Benton to begin with?
No…well, he was hoping that it was, but…
So the whole zombie thing was just a lie?
Sam just didn’t want to say anything until he was sure. They begin to argue.
Sam: I was just trying to help.
Dean: You’re not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, you die. Guess what? Living forever is welching.
Okay, then Sam will take the magic pill too. Dean’s not having it. He’s going after Bela whether Sam’s coming or not. Sam is just as adamant about staying. When Dean asks him if he’s coming or not, Sam says that he’s staying.
No, Dean’s not going to let his little brother wander around by himself in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak!
Sam: You’re not gonna let me?
Dean: No I’m not gonna let you.
Sam: How’re you gonna stop me?
This catches Dean off guard. Well…Sam calmly points out that they’re trying to do the same thing here, just different ways. Okay…but Dean’s going. If Sam wants to stay fine…
Dean heads for the door, then pauses to turn around as he’s halfway out. “Sammy be careful.”
Sam turns to look at his brother. “You too…”
Clearly splitting up is the last thing they really want to do, but this time neither is going to budge…
~*~*~
Canaan, Vermont
Dean walks up to a caged door with a sign reading “NO SOLICITORS THAT MEANS YOU!”. He rings the buzzer and knocks on the door, watching a surveillance camera turn to look at him.
Finally a voice calls out, “What?”
Dean tells Rufus (the surprise guest role by X-files alum Steven Williams was a great surprise!) who he is, that he’s a friend of Bobby’s, and Rufus just answers, “So?” He wants nothing to do with Dean. Yeah he knows where Bela is, but he’s not going to tell him. Now go away.
Dean goes about the conversation in his own Dean-way and finally tells Rufus that he’s going to leave but first, he has a quick question. What does he know about Johnny Walker Blue scotch? “Is this considered good?”
Rufus smiles. Well, come on in then!
Dean sits down with a (very happy now) Rufus, and once again asks where Bela is. Rufus asks, “You’ve got three weeks left. Why are you wasting your time with that skinny stuck-up English girl?”
Dean let’s out a soft mirthless laugh, then asks, “How do you know about that?”
Apparently Rufus knows things…lots of things about a lot of people. “I know ain’t no pea shooter gonna save you.” Rufus goes on to tell Dean that even if he does manage to get out his deal somehow, another one’s just going to come along. Rufus doesn’t believe in happy endings for “people like us”.
Dean’s response? “Well ain’t you a bucket of sunshine.”
“I’m what you’ve got to look forward to if you survive,” Rufus replies. “Which you won’t.”
~*~*~
Meanwhile, Sam’s followed his map out to a…field?
~*~*~
Rufus tells Dean that there are things about Bela that he doesn’t know. He lifted her fingerprint, which got him nowhere. Apparently she burned them off “probably years ago.” When Dean points out that Rufus is just where they are, Rufus just smirks. “Nope.”
Okay…
Rufus: You do her ear?
Dean: Sorry?
Rufus: You do her ear.
Dean: *thinks a second* Hey man I’ll try anything once, but I don’t know that sounds uncomfortable.
Rufus doesn’t laugh. He elaborates that ears are as unique to people as fingerprints. The method of earprinting isn’t as well-used over here as it is in England. A friend of a friend of a friend of Rufus managed to fax him 10 pages of confidential info on Bela thanks to one clean shot of Bela’s ear.
Rufus gets up and tosses a file onto the table in front of Dean. “The so-called Bela Talbot.”
~*~*~
Sam enters Doc Benton’s dark and creepy lair, flashlight in hand. He finds Benton’s lab book and tucks it into his jacket before heading downstairs…
His flashlight comes upon heart-got-cut-out man lying on a table. Covered in a bloody sheet. Sam takes his pulse, he’s clearly dead.
He searches around until he finds another victim, this time a girl. She’s lying on another table, her bloody arm covered in maggots. Sam starts to take her pulse and WHOA! She’s alive!
The girl starts to whimper, panicking, and Sam assures her he’s here to help. He tries to get her to stay quiet as he wraps a towel around her maggoty arm. Clearly it hurts a lot!
The girl tries very hard not to make any noise, but the doc is coming! Dust falls from the old stairs as he slowly creeps his way down into the basement, lantern in hand…His patched up face is even more evident without his surgical mask.
He spots the empty table…
~*~*~
Sam rushes out of the woods, girl in his arms. Run Sam! Ruuuuunnnnn! Crazy immortal doctor is coming!
Sam gets the girl into the car…he’s gonna make it! He rushes around to the driver’s side, gets in, starts, the key, eases the girl back onto her side and—BAM!
Doc Benton smashes through the window and starts banging Sam’s head into the steering wheel!!
Sam throws the car into reverse, slams down on the gas, then backs up with the doc on the hood. Benton eventually flies off and Sam doesn’t hesitate to run him over on his drive out!
Benton gets up, snapping his head back into place. A stream of blood seeps from his milky eye as he watches the car drive away.
~*~*~
Bela enters her motel room and is instantly attacked by Dean. He slams her against the wall, shoving a gun in her face to let her know he’s not kidding this time.
“Where’s The Colt?”
“Dean—”
“No extra words.”
“Long gone. Across the world by now.”
Dean doesn’t believe her. He orders her not to move and begins to search her room. Nothing in the desk, nothing in the drawers…BAM! Dean shoots the door inches from Bele’s head. “Don’t move.”
Dean pulls out her suitcase and Bela just says, “It’s gone. Get on a plane if you must. If you track down the buyer you might catch up to him eventually.”
Dean turns to face her, leveling his gun at her head.
Bela: You going to kill me?
Dean: Oh yeah.
Bela: You’re not the cold-blooded type.
Dean: You mean like you? It’s true. See, I couldn’t imagine killing my parents.
Bela starts to say she doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but Dean interrupts with her own story. How her parents died in a much too convenient car crash leaving little 14 year old Bela rich.
*Flash to a teenage Bela sitting on a bed, silent tears running down her face. She looks up as her father enters the room, closing the door behind him…*
Bela: They were lovely people. And I killed them…and I got rich…
She insists that she couldn’t care less what happened to them or to Dean, and Dean gets in her face, knocking loose a strand of…some sort of plant lining the top of the door… “You make me sick.”
“Likewise.”
They stare each other down for a long moment, then Dean steps back, raising his gun again. He stares at Bela, glances up at the small branch, then lowers the gun. “You’re not worth it.”
Dean shoves her out of the way and leaves without another word.
Bela pulls out the folded receipt she snagged from Dean’s pocket. Printed at the top is “The Erie”. She gets on the phone.
“It worked. He found me…No Sam wasn’t with him, but I know where they are.”
~*~*~
Sam’s phone rings. It’s Dean driving back. Looks like it didn’t go well with either of their plans. Dean confesses, “The Colt’s gone. This time I’m really screwed Sam.”
“Maybe not,” Sam says, getting off the bed to head towards the book on the table. “Dean I found Benton’s cabin.”
“You okay? Was he there?”
“Yeah.”
“You kill him?”
“No.”
“What do you mean no?”
“Dean please, just listen for a second.” Sam continues to explain that the “live forever formula” isn’t black magic, in fact it isn’t magic at all. “It’s just science, Dean. Very very extremely weird science but…”
What is he saying? This could save Dean! He starts to explain that there are still things that he doesn’t get but—MMmpphff!
The phone drops to the floor.
“Sammy?”
~*~*~
Sam wakes up with eyes taped open and the rest of him strapped down to Benton’s table. The doctor calmly assures him that there’s nothing to worry about. His chancing of coming out of this procedure are very very high.
Oh well that’s comforting. Not!
“How do you know my name?” Sam asks as Benton’s heating up what looks like a very old ice cream scooper in a hot flame.
“Oh, I know…” he trails off then asks quietly. “You think I’m some kind of monster don’t you? I tell you I have NEVER done anything I didn’t have to do. This whole eternal life thing is very high maintenance.” He leans in closer. “Something goes bad like my eyes here? You have to replace them.”
He goes on to explain how “very inconvenient” it was when Sam’s father cut out his heart. He very much enjoyed reading all about himself in the journal. Kind of makes it this whole thing feel like some sort of family reunion.
“Well,” Benton drawls. “I guess it’s about time that we get this thing started.”
The ice cream scoop inches closer and closer to Sam’s eye…Sam starts to hyperventilate…it gets closer… starts to *cringe* turn and—BAM!
Benton turns around to face Dean. “Shoot all you want,” he says calmly. Dean does. Benton knocks him to the side easily, and goes to have a closer look.
Dean shoves a knife into his chest and Benton just laughs. “A knife? What part of immortality do you not understand?” He stands up with the knife in his chest and adds, “Pity about the hear though. It was a brand new.”
“Good,” Dean says. “Should be pumping nice and strong. Sending this stuff throughout your whole body” He holds up an old bottle. Dipped the knife in it before he came downstairs. Benton starts to sway, finally falling to the floor, out of it.
Doc Benton wakes up to find himself strapped to his own table.
Dean: Wakey wakey eggs and bacey!
Benton tries to talk Dean out of what he’s about to do. “I can help you. I know what you need….I can read the formula for you.”
Sam is seriously considering his words. This could be the miracle they’ve been looking for! Immortality?
“Dean.”
“Sam.”
Sam pulls his brother to the side. “Dean we’re talking hell in three weeks or we’re needing a new pancreas in like half a century.”
“Yeah but we can’t exactly get those in a Quickie Mart,” Dean argues.
“No but it buys us more time” Sam begs his brother to just think about it.
Dean takes a short moment, then looks at his brother. “No.”
“Dean don’t you want to live?!”
“What he is isn’t living,” Dean argues. “Look this is simple—”
“Simple?”
“To me it is. Black or white, humor or not human.” Dean would rather die than end up the monster Benton is. Sam can either help him or not.
~*~*~
Benton wakes up in the dark. He strikes a match and finds himself in an old refrigerator! He starts banging on the door, “Don’t be stupid! I can’t help you!!” he shouts as he continues to bang on the chained closed refrigerator lying in the bottom of a freshly dug grave. Benton’s lab book lies on top.
Dean: Enjoy forever in their, Doc.
Dean starts shoveling the dirt in and Sam takes one last look at the book before joining in to help as Bento continues to cry, “Let me out, let me out, nooooo!”
~*~*~
The Erie
Bela’s heels click down the greenish-tinged motel hallway, as she creeps up to the door and pulls out a gun with a silencer.
She slowly opens the door…and shots both sleeping forms twice without hesitation.
Bela lowers her gun and goes to turn on the light. She leans over the bed on the left and pulls back the covers…only to find out she’s shot a blowup doll! It deflates in front of her. She goes to the other bed to find the doll’s sister deflating in the sheets.
The phone rings.
“Hiya Bela, here’s a fun fact you may not know,” Dean says. “I felt your hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt.”
“You don’t understand—” she starts.
“Oh I’m pretty sure I understand perfectly. You see I noticed something interesting in your hotel room,” Dean informs her. “Something tucked above the door? An herb? Devil’s shoestring?” Bela sits down on the bed as Dean continues, “There’s only one use for that. Holding hellhounds at bay.”
He let’s her know that he went back to take a look at her parents’ obituary. Turns out they died ten years ago today. She made a deal didn’t she? And now her time is up.
Bela chokes back tears as…*Flashback: A teenage Bela sits on the squeaky swings with a little blonde girl who tells her, “I can take care of them for you. And it won’t even cost you anything…for ten. Whole. Years. (cue red demon eyes!)*
Dean asks if that’s why Bela stole The Colt and she doesn’t deny it. But stealing The Colt wasn’t going to help was it? No because they changed the deal. “They wanted me to kill Sam.”
Dean: Really? Wow. Demons untrustworthy, shocker!
Bela’s cuttin’ it pretty close isn’t she? I mean, wow look at that it’s 11:58.
Suddenly Bela stars full-out crying. “Dean listen, I need help!”
“Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.”
“I know I don’t deserve it,” Bela replies, still crying.
That’s right she doesn’t but the worst part? “If you would have just come to us sooner ASKED for help? We probably could have taken The Colt and saved you!” Clearly Sam and Dean are furious at her for this fact among many others.
“I know, and saved yourself.” Bela knows about his deal. Who told her? The demon holds her deal holds his, everyone’s, deal.
“She?” Dean asks.
“Her name’s Lilith.”
“Lilith?” Dean shares a look with Sam as he asks Bela, “Why should I believe you?”
“You shouldn’t but it’s the truth.”
This can’t help Bela now, so why’s she telling Dean this? In hopes that maybe he can kill her.
Dean: I’ll see you in hell.
He hangs up the phone.
Bela hangs up the phone. Hounds are heard baying in the distance. She stands up to face the window and—
END.
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Guess I was rigth in predicting that Bela wouldn't last past this season! Okay, yes, like Dean I kind of felt sorry for her in the end, but...*runs and hides from all the Bela-lovers*...I'm glad she's gone. I'm sorry! I can't help it! LoL
I can't wait to see what happens in the season finale. We all know Dean'll be there in some way shape or form next season, but the question is, which way and in what form? *sits tapping the keys nervously* Okay, I'm just not going to think about it...
In any case, great episode as always Supernatural!! Keep up the good work!!
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