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It was during the day as the Impala zooms up a 2-lane, driven by Dean. He is in a good mood, grooving along to his music 'Back in Black", by AC/DC.

"Whoo! Listen to her purr!" Dean cheered, "Have you ever heard anything so sweet?"

"You know, if you two want to get a room, just let me know, Dean," Sam said.

"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us," He told Baby.

"You're in a good mood," Delilah pointed out from the backseat.

"Why shouldn't I be?" Dean asked her.

"No reason," She responded.

"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up," Dean said.

"Wow. You hear a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine," Sam said with a grin.

"How far to Red Lodge?" Dean asked his brother.

"Uh, about another three hundred miles," He answered.

"Good," Dean floors it.

Delilah holds onto her seat as the car goes faster on the road, "Take it easy, Dean. I know you want to get there, but can we get there in one piece."


In the Sheriff's office in Red Lodge, the Sheriff with an impressive mustache is talking to Sam, Delilah, and Dean, who are posing as reporters.

"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time," The Sheriff told them.

"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Sam asked.

"Mm-hmm."

"Okay, and the other, and uh, Christina Flanigan."

"That was two days ago. Is there -" The Sheriff is interrupted when a young woman knocks on the door, points at her watch, "Oh. Sorry boys, time's up, we're done here."

"One last question -" Sam began before Dean cuts him off.

"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean inquired.

"Excuse me?" The Sheriff asked.

"There are over a dozen cases of cows being found dead, splint open, and drained of blood," Delilah clarified.

"What about them?"

"So you don't think there's a connection?" She asked the Sheriff.

"Connection... with…" He began.

"First cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff," Sam said to the Sheriff.

"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" Dean said.

The Sheriff laughs but stops when he notices the serious expressions on Dean, Sam, and Delilah's face, "You-you're not kidding."

"No."

"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"

"How?" Sam asked the Sheriff.

"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty-eight hours the bloat will split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does," The Sheriff explained, " But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?

"World Weekly News…," Dean answered.

"Weekly World News," Sam answered.

Deliah looks at the two and shakes her head at them.

"World -" Dean began.

"Weekly World -" Sam corrected.

"Weekly…" Dean smiled, "I'm new."

"Get out of my office," The Sheriff told them.


Dean, Delilah, and Sam enter the Hospital morgue, still wearing their shirts and ties from the Sheriff's station but now also in white lab coats. The intern on duty has a name tag that reads "J. Manners." Dean looks at it, calculating.

"John," He guessed.

"Jeff," Jeff corrected.

"Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away," Dean told him.

"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation," The intern said.

"Well, Dr. Dworkin is back and pissed off. He's screaming for you, and I'd get going if I were you," Delilah told jeff before he runs away. Deliah looks at Sam and Dean, "And that, boys, is how you get it done."

"Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead," Sam answered.

"Yeah. So much f-d up crap happens in Florida," Dean said.

"I know what you mean," Delilah agreed, "I went down there a few years back and, I was probably there for not even an hour, some asshole thought it would be a good idea to sacrifice me to some god or demon. But I gave him a lesson and now he's in some psych hospital."

"You go girl," Dean commented.

Dean hands Sam and Delilah a pair of latex gloves and puts on a pair of his own; Sam opens a compartment and wheels out a corpse; there's a box between its legs.

"All right, open it," Dean said.

"You open it," Sam told him.

"No, you open it."

"Just give me the damn box," Deiliah takes the box from Dean and carries it over to another table, and flips off the lid. Sam and Dean approach, cringing.

"Well, no pentagram," Dean noted.

"Wow. Poor girl," Sam commented.

"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like Moth in Silence of the Lambs."

"Yeah, here, go ahead," Sam turns the box to face Dena.

"No, you go ahead," Dean turns it back to Sam.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Put the lotion in the basket'," Dean quoted from the movie.

"Dean, while I do appreciate a reference from an awesome and classic movie, now is not the time," Delilah scolded him.

"Right, yeah, I'm the wuss, huh? Whatever," Sam starts poking his fingers into the mouth, "Dean, get me a bucket?"

"You find something?" Dean asked.

"No, I'm going to puke."

"Wait, lift the lip up again?"

"What?" Sam questioned his brother, "You want me to throw up, is that it?"

"No, no, no, I think I saw something," Dean pulls back the lip, "What is that, a hole?" He presses on the gum and a narrow, sharp tooth descends.

"It's a tooth," Sam said.

"Boys, that's a fang. This is a vampire," Delilah told them.

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean groaned.

"Well, this changes things," Sam said.

Dean looked at his brother, "Ya think?"


That night, Dean, Deliah, and Sam pull up near a local bar, go around to park. They go into and approach the bar. Deliah notices a man sitting at a table to one side is watching them.

"How's it going?" Dean asked the Bartender.

"Living the dream," He replied before asking, "What can I get for you?"

"Three beers, please."

"So, we're looking for some people," Sam said to the Bartender.

"Sure. Hard to be lonely," The Bartender said.

"Yeah. But um, that's not what I meant," Sam pulls out a $50 bill, fingering it, and drops it on the bar; the Bartender takes it, "Right. So these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink…"

"Yeah, real night owls, you know?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, like sleep all day, party all night," Delilah added, "Like 'The Lost Boys."

"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot - drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice," The Bartender informed them.

"Thanks," Dean said. They leave their half-finished beers on the table and leave.

They leave the bar and go down an alley before hiding. Dean, Delilah, and Sam watch the man from the bar who was watching them come down the alley, he stops and turns around looking for them. Dean, Delilah, and Sam suddenly appear, pinning him to the wall, Dean with a knife at his throat.

"Smile," Dean ordered.

"What?" The man asked, confused.

"Show us those pearly whites," Dean clarified.

"Oh, for the love of - you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire," The man told them. Sam frowns, "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."

"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asked.

"How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch," The man starts to pull away, Sam pins him harder, "Whoa. Easy there, Chachi," He slowly brings his right hand to his lip, pulls it back, revealing normal gums," See? Fangless. Happy?" Dean lets up and releases the man, "Now. Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam, and our friend Delilah, who has no last name," Dean introduced them.

"I'm Gordon Walker," The man introduced himself, "Nice to meet a couple of fellow hunters."

After a moment, Gordon leads the brothers and Delilah over to his car.

"Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it," Gordon opens the driver's door and pulls out a drawer behind the seat, showing his arsenal, "You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot -"

"You seem to know a lot about our family," Dean said, interrupting Gordon.

"Word travels fast," Gordon responded, "You know how hunters talk."

"No, we don't, actually."

"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?" He asked.

"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam asked Gordon, avoiding his question.

"Yep. Been here two weeks," He replied.

"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean asked him.

"It's a bust," Gordon replied, "Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone."

"Where's the nest, then?"

"I've got this one covered," He told them, "Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."

"We could help," Dean suggested.

"Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy."

"Come on, man," He pleaded with Gordon, "I've been itching for a hunt."

"Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out," Gordon gets in his car, "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side."

Gordon drives off, leaving the three in the rain.

"We're following him, aren't we?" Delilah asked the brothers.

"Oh, yeah," Sam and Dean answered at the same time. The three got into the impala and stayed at a good distance from Gordon. Eventually, they reached a quiet mill. They watch Gordon leave his car and go into the mill before going in themselves.


After following Gordon to an old mill, the trio waited for a while before going in after Gordon. They saw a vampire holding Gordon below an electric saw. Sam and Delilah pull Gordon to safety while Dean attacks the vampire, getting him pinned under the electric saw. He lowers the saw, decapitating him.

"So uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink," Gordon said. Sam stares at Dean, stunned.


After leaving the old mill, Gordon, Dean, Delilah, and Sam are sitting around a table in the bar. A waitress brings them another round, Dean reaches for his wallet.

"No, no, I got it," Gordon told Dean.

"Come on," He insisted.

"I insist. Thank you, sweetie," Gordon said to the waitress before raising his shot glass, "Another one bites the dust."

"That's right," Dean cheered. He and Gordon drink a toast; Sam and Delilah sit back, Sam's arms folded.

"Dean," He laughs, "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend."

"Thank you."

"That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful," Gordon commented on Dean's work.

"Yep. You all right, Sammy? Delilah?" Dean asked them.

"I'm fine," They replied.

"Well, lighten up a little, Sammy, Lila," Gordon told them. Delilah glared at Gordon when he said a nickname she had not heard in a long time.

"He's the only one who gets to call me that," Sam told him.

"My parents are the only ones who can call me that and you are not either of them," Delilah told Gordon.

"Okay. No offense meant. Just celebrating a little. Job well done," Gordon said.

"Right. Well, decapitations aren't my idea of a good time, I guess," Sam told him.

"Oh, come one, man, it's not like it was human," He said.

"Yeah, but decapitation has a pretty gruesome history, especially if it's a slow one," Delilah mentioned to Gordon.

"You've gotta have a little more fun with your job," Gordon told Sam and Delilah.

"See? That's what I've been trying to tell them," Dean agreed with Gordon, "You could learn a thing or two from this guy."

"Yeah, I bet I could. Look, I'm not gonna bring you guys down. I'm just gonna go back to the mote," Sam told his brother.

"Same," Delilah spoke, "I'm a bit tired."

"You sure?" Dean asked them.

"Yeah," They replied.

"Sammy? Remind me to beat that buzzkill out of you later, all right?" Dean tosses Sam the keys. Sam and Deliah walk out of the bar before getting into the car and driving back to the motel.


After driving to the motel, Sam and Delilah walk into the room. Sam drops the keys on a hook and takes off his jacket.

"Delilah," Sam spoke, "I want to ask you why you didn't use magic when we were around Gordon tonight?"

"Sam, there's something I need to tell you," Delilah confessed, "I felt something off about Gordon. Something that was telling me not to use any magic when I was around him. I think we need to call Ellen to see if she knows anything about Gordon."

Sam takes out his phone, dials the Roadhouse's number, and puts it on speaker for him and Delilah. A few seconds pass before someone answers.

"Harvelle's Roadhouse," Ellen greeted.

"Hey, Ellen, uh, Sam Winchester and Delilah," Sam spoke.

"Sam, it's good to hear from you. You three are okay, aren't you?" She asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. Got a question," He asked her.

"Yeah, shoot."

"You ever run across a guy named Gordon Walker?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah, I know Gordon," She replied.

"And?" Delilah inquired, asking for more information on Gordon.

"Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are two asking?" Ellen asked them.

"Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kinda working with him, I guess," Sam answered.

"Don't do that, Sam, Delilah," She told them.

"I - I thought you said he was a good hunter," He reminded her.

"Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job you boys just let him handle it and you move on," Ellen warned them.

"Ellen -"

"No, Sam? You just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?" She told him.

"Right, okay," Sam said before he ends the call.

"Sam, there's something I need to tell you," Delilah spoke.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"When we were with Gordon at the old Mill, I don't know why but there's something about him. Something that just doesn't sit well," Delilah explained as she paced back in forth in the room, "That's the reason why I didn't use my powers. And I think after hearing what Ellen just said, it was a good reason not to."

"Do you think he's not telling us something?" Sam inquired.

"I'm not sure, but there's something off about him almost like- like. I don't know how to explain it, but he's different than you and Dean."

"Different how?"

"Almost like he has no humanity," She clarified, "Like he enjoys the hunt too much."

"Alright, we'll tell Dean about this when Gordon isn't around. We don't want Gordon thinking anything is up and on the edge. We don't want him doing something crazy."

"Ok," Delilah nodded, "I'm gonna head out for a bit. Walk around maybe or something."

"Ok, see you later," Sam said.

Delilah walked out the door of the motel room. She wandered around town for a little while before she walked into the nearby woods. Whenever she walked through the woods or forest, Delilah felt connected to her mother. Her mother had a natural affinity for nature and had taught Delilah everything she knew. A while later, Delilah decided it was time to walk back to the motel. When she was across the street from the motel she saw Sam getting dropped off by a van.

Delilah rushes over to her friend with concern, "Sam, is everything ok?"

"Uh, I think. Don't freak out or anything, but the nest came here not long after you left and took me with them. They didn't hurt me or anything, they just wanted to talk. Look, I think they're behind the cattle mutilations because they don't like killing people," Sam told her.

"Come on, let's get you inside," Delilah said.

The two walk over to the door and open it. When they enter the room, they saw Dean and Gordon sitting at the table. Sam gives Dean a look.

"Where you been?" Dean asked Sam and Delilah.

"Can we talk to you alone?" Sam asked his brother.

"You mind chillin' out for a couple of minutes?" Dean said to Gordon who shook his head in response.

Delilah, Sam, and Dean exit the motel room and walk into the parking lot.

"Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt," Sam told Dean.

"What are you talking about? Where were you?" Dean asked him.

"In the nest," He replied.

"You found it?"

"They found me, man," Sam clarified.

"How'd you get out? How many did you kill?" Dean asked.

"None," He answered.

"Well Sam, they didn't just let you go," Dean said.

"That's exactly what they did," Sam told him.

"All right, well, where is it?" He asked.

"I was blindfolded, I don't know."

"Well, you've got to know something."

"We went over that bridge outside of town, but Dean, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them," Sam told his brother.

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"I don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people," He continued.

"You're joking. Then how do they stay alive?" Dean inquired, "Or undead, or whatever the hell they are."

"The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood," Sam informed him.

"And you believed them?" He questioned Sam.

"Dean, look at Sam. They let him go without a scratch," Delilah pointed out to Dean.

"Wait, you believe him too…" Dean said in disbelief before turning to Sam, "No, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em."

"Why?" Sam inquired.

"What part of 'vampires' don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job," Dean reminded his brother.

"No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!" He argued, "If we just kill the supernatural, then why haven't we killed Delilah?"

Delilah looked at Sam, taken back a little by what he had said.

"Delilah's different and of course they're killing people, that's what they do," Dean countered, "They're all the Same, Sam. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them."

"No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time," Sam stressed.

"Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows," Dean said.

"Gordon?" Sam and Delilah questioned.

"Yes," He replied.

"You're taking his word for it?" Sam questioned.

"That's right."

"Ellen says he's bad news," Delilah informed Dean.

"You called Ellen?" He questioned, Delilah nods, "And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, no thanks, I'll go with Gordon."

"Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend. You don't think I can see what this is?" Sam said.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one."

"Shut up, Sam," Dean told him.

"He's not even close, Dean. Not on his best day," Sam added.

Delilah rolled her eyes at the boys before she decided to return to the motel room. When she walked in, Delilah saw that Gordon is gone.

"Hey, guys!" Delilah called. Sam and Dean rush over to Delilah and saw Gordon was nowhere to be seen.

"Gordon?" Dean called.

"You think he went after them?" Sam questioned.

"Probably," Dean responded.

"Dean, we have to stop him," He told his brother.

"Really, Sam? Because I say we lend a hand," Dean said.

"Just give me the benefit of the doubt, would you?" Sam argued.

"You owe him, Dean," Delilah added.

"Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys," Dean, said, giving into Delilah and his brother. Sam points to the table where he'd set them earlier; they're gone.

"He snaked the keys," Sam told him.

The three went out of the motel room and got into the Impala. Delilah was in the back and Sam was in the passenger's seat, while Dean was in the driver's seat hotwiring his car.

"I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too," Dean complained, and a moment later the car starts, "So the bridge, is that all you got?"

"The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm," Sam informed him.

"How do you know?" He asked.

"I counted," Sam starts tracing a path on the map in his lap, "They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge."

"You're good. You're a monster pain in the ass, but you're good," Dean complimented before driving off.

Delilah gave a little smile at the scene before her because at least Sam and Dean were starting to get along again.


When they arrived at the farmhouse, Sam, Dean, and Delilah found a body outside. Sam, Delilah, and Dean enter the farmhouse to find Gordon circling a female vampire in a chair, too weak to move, that is covered in cuts, pale and sickly.

"Sam, Delilah, Dean. Come on in," Gordon welcomed them.

"Hey, Gordon. What's going on?" Dean asked.

"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood," He explained, "She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Want to help?"

"Look, man-" Dean began.

"Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers," Gordon drags the knife across her arm.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?" He asked Gordon.

"I'm completely chill," Gordon responded.

"Gordon put the knife down," Sam said as he steps towards Gordon, Dean stops him with a hand on his chest.

"Sounds like it's Sam here needs to chill."

"Just step away from her, all right?" Sam pleaded with Gordon.

"You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery," Gordon pulls out a larger knife, "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane."

Gordon turns towards Lenore and Sam steps in to block him.

"Gordon, I'm letting her go," Sam said.

Gordon points the knife at Sam's chest, stopping him, "You're not doing a damn thing."

"Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this," Dean said, trying to stop things from getting any worse.

"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray," Gordon reminded him.

"Yeah. I hear ya. And I know how you feel."

"Do you?" Gordon questioned him.

"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one…" Dean began before he was cut off by Gordon laughing.

"Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself," Gordon told Dean, Sam, and Delilah.

"You sick bastard!" Delilah exclaimed, "You did that to your own sister!?"

"It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human. I didn't blink," Gordon said, trying to justify his actions before turning to Dean, "And neither would you."

"So you knew all along, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care," Sam voiced.

"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it," Gordon grabs Sam's arm, slices the knife across it, then lays the knife against his throat, dragging him towards Lenore. Dean pulls his gun.

"Let him go. Now!" Dean demanded.

"Relax. If I wanted to kill him he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point," Gordon holds the cut on Sam's arm over Lenore, so the blood drips on her face. She hisses, fangs extending.

"Hey!" Delilah yelled.

"You think she's so different? Still want to save her?" Gordon asked them, "Look at her. They're all the Same. Evil, bloodthirsty."

Lenore controls herself, retracting her fangs, and turns her face away, "No. No!"

"You hear her, Gordon?" Delilah asked him with a cold expression on her face.

"No! No!" Lenore repeated to herself.

Sam pushes Gordon away, "We're done here."

"Sam, you and Delilah get her out of here," Dean ordered them.

"Yeah," Sam picks Lenore up in his arms; Gordon takes a step towards him, but Dean still has the gun trained on him.

"Uh-uh. Uh-uh!" Dean stopped Gordon from moving, "Gordon. I think you and I've got some things to talk about."

Sam and Deliah made their way out of the farmhouse with Lenore before driving off in the Impala. They eventually found the rest of the nest and gave them Lenore. The nest thanked Sam and Delilah before they left.


That morning, Sam and Delilah drive back to the farmhouse. They enter the farmhouse and find Gordon tied to the chair, Dean pacing.

"Did we miss anything?" Sam asked.

"Nah, not much," Dean replied, "Lenore get out okay?"

"Yeah. All of them did," Delilah answered.

"Then I guess our work here is done. How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet? All right. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you," He said before he jams Gordon's knife into a table behind him.

"Ready to go, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Not yet. I guess this is goodbye. Well, it's been real," Dean hits Gordon, knocking him to the floor, "Okay. I'm good now. We can go."

As they exit the farmhouse, the two boys wince at their recent injuries - Sam's left arm is wrapped in a bandage.

"I'll give you guys something when we get back to the motel," Delilah told them.

Dean stops, setting himself on his feet like a boxer, "Sam? Clock me one."

"What?" Sam questioned, looking confused.

"Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go," He encouraged him.

"No," Sam responded.

"Let's go, you can get a freebie. Hit me, come on," Dean continued.

"You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a raincheck," He told him as they continued walking to the Impala.

"I wish we never took this job, just... jacked everything up."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives," Dean explained.

"Okay."

"What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us…" Dean began.

"Dean, after what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could," Sam told him.

"I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things; and man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it," He said.

"You didn't kill Lenore," Delilah reminded Dean.

"No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all."

"Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters," Sam told his brother.

"Yeah. Well, 'cause you're a pain in my ass," Dean said.

"Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass, then," Sam retorted.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

Sam gets in the passenger's side and Delilah gets in the back; Dean stares off into the distance for a moment before climbing in and driving away.