( CITIZEN FANG )

CARENCRO, LOUISIANA

GUIDRY'S CAJUN CAFE
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A man and a woman leave the café. The camera zooms in through the open front door. A Man is drying dishes with his back to the counter. "I sent Anthony home, so the kitchen's all yours. And be sure to lock up the door and, uh, set the alarm..." A Young Woman takes her coat off a hook. "...turn off the A/C, check the burners, check the griddle..." The Man turns around and we see that he is Benny.

"And clear off the cold table. I got it. Go on, now." Benny says.

"Thank you, Roy." She turns to leave and a customer at the counter watches her go. "Oh, and, uh..." She turns back around. "...don't forget to "Z" out the register..."

"And batch out the credit-card machines. I know. Darlin', it's not my first rodeo, all right?" Benny smiles.

The Young Woman smiles. "I'll see you tomorrow." She leaves.

"Hell of a girl, that Elizabeth."

"Yeah. Yeah, she really is. Refill?" Asks Benny.

"Sure. You got designs?"

"Nah." Benny refills the customer's coffee cup. "She's more like a little sister to me, you know?"

"So you don't mind if I take a shot?"

Benny pauses. "She's all yours, chief." He says. We see a close-up of a coffee cup being slid across a table.

"Hey." Another customer taps the coffee cup on the table. "Please?"

Benny refills the second customer's coffee cup. The second customer raises his head and we see that he is Martin Creaser from 5.11 Sam, Interrupted.

"Thanks." Martin watches as Benny walks back to the counter.

Later, Benny switches off the lights and leaves the café. He looks around and walks away. Martin emerges from around the side of the café and follows Benny. Benny walks through a wooded area, hears a noise in the bushes and goes to investigate. Martin follows Benny into the woods and hears a scream.

He takes out a long knife and hurries through the woods. He trips and falls next to the first customer from the café, who is lying dead on the ground with a wound on his neck. Martin looks at the him wound, then stands up. He has blood on his mostly bald head from his fall.

SUPERNATURAL

LOST IN THE 50'S DRIVE-IN
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Dean carries a tray of food from the drive-in window to the Impala. Sam and Elena are in the Impala talking on his cell phone. "Yeah. And you're certain? You sure? Okay. Great. Just, uh, just hang tight till you hear from me, okay?" Sam asks.

Dean gets into the Impala. "Who is it?" He asks in a loud whisper.

Sam holds up a finger to Dean. "No, listen to me. I said hang tight." He hangs up and sighs. "We got to get."

"Can I at least finish my burger?" Dean asks.

"We got a vamp kill, Dean – Carencro, Louisiana."

"Huh. It's been a while since I've had some étouffée." Dean says. "Who's the source?"

"Martin Creaser." Sam says. There is a pause in which they look at each other.

"Sorry – for a minute there, I thought you said Martin Creaser." Dean says and Sam continues to look at him without speaking. "Crazy Martin from the loony bin?"

"Glendale Springs discharged him last month." Says Sam.

"And? Shouldn't he be assembling toys in a padded room? What's he doing back on the job?"

"I asked him." Sam says.

"You what?" Elena asks.

"Look, he called me when he got out, okay, asked if I had anything for him that might help him ease back into the game." Sam says. "He seemed okay – mostly – so I said yes. I've had him tracking Benny for the past week."

Dean pauses. "You put 'mostly okay' Martin on Benny? What is 'mostly okay' doing hunting at all?" He asks.

"Not hunting, Dean – tracking. Observe and report only. I was crystal clear about that." Sam says.

"Wow. I can't believe that." Dean says.

"Really, Dean? You don't believe that? Because Benny's a vampire. And any hunter worth his salt isn't gonna let one just walk around freely." Sam says. "So I had Martin keep tabs on him. And right now, it's looking like I made the right call."

"So Martin's saying Benny did this?" Asks Elena.

"Yeah." Sam says.

Dean pauses. "Okay." He says.

"Okay?"

"If Benny's in Louisiana draining folks... we should look into it." Dean says. Sam raises his eyebrows and Dean starts the engine.

ROAD
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The Impala drives past a sign that reads "Welcome to Louisiana / Bienvenue en Louisiane."

We see an overhead shot of what is presumably the Impala driving across a bridge over a river.

TOWN
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The Impala takes a corner and pulls up outside a building offering rooms for rent. Sam, Elena and Dean get out and go inside.

BEAUDELAIRE ROOMS
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Sam, Elena and Dean walk down a hallway. As Sam raises his hand to knock on door number 2, Martin opens it. "You said look for an eruption. How's Mount Vesuvius?" Martin asks. They all enter Martin's room and he closes the door behind them. "I got into town about a week ago. Up until last night, nothing. He's been clean."

"Doing what?" Dean asks.

"Just minding his own business. Working at the gumbo shack."

"Benny's working at the gumbo shack?" Asks Dean.

"Yeah. Slinging hash, pouring coffee – the whole bit." Martin says. "And he may be Benny to you. Folks around here call him Roy."

"Martin, you sure you're running on a full charge?" Dean asks.

"Y-yeah. L-l-little s-shock therapy in the morning, and I-I'm..." Martin snaps fingers. "...good to go."

"Tell us what happened last night." Elena says.

"So, I followed him home, just like every night. He turned up a path. I hear a scream. I catch up." Martin says. "Then, boom – there he is. The old coot that Roy was eyeballing at the joint – vamped."

"Wait – did you actually see Benny kill the guy or not?" Dean asks. 

"I saw enough."

"Well, then, how can you be sure it was Benny if you didn't actually see him do it?" Asks Dean.

"B-b-because I saw Benny turn up the path, and then two seconds later, I trip over a body with its throat ripped." Martin says. "Look, man, you – you ever hear of Occam's Razor? "Keep it simple, stupid"? It's not that complicated."

"There's a lot of holes, Martin."

"Holes? The only holes we should be looking at are in the vic's neck." Martin says.

Dean turns to Sam. "This sound like the Benny you know?" He asks.

"I don't know Benny." Says Sam.

"The Benny you know? Say what? Why am I getting the distinct impression that your brother is vouching for a vampire?"

"Guys, let's not argue." Elena says.

"Nobody's arguing, but if this is Benny – and that's a big "if" –" Dean starts.

"Oh, it's him."

"I got history with the guy, okay? I'm not signing up for a witch hunt." Dean turns to Sam. "I owe him more than that."

"What in God's great creation could a Winchester possibly owe a vampire? Am I hearing this right?" Martin asks.

"Look, until we get the facts, we stow the bloodlust and we work this case right, or we work it separately."

"Doing it right would be separating his head from his shoulders." Says Martin.

"I just need some time, Sammy."

"Oh, yeah. Let the fang take another life? I don't think so." Says Martin.

"How much time do you need?" Sam asks.

"You're not actually considering this?" Martin asks Sam.

"Couple hours, tops." Dean says.

"And what if it turns out to be Benny?" Sam asks.

"Then it's Benny, and I'll deal with it!" Dean yells.

"Couple hours, Dean. No more."

"I'll be in touch." Dean heads for the door and Elena follows him. Martin also follows them.

"H-hey. Oh, look. Hey, uh –" Martin starts as Dean and Elena walk out the door, Elena closes it behind him.

"You're joking, right? We're doing this as soon as he pulls away." Martin says.

"No, we're not, Martin. We're gonna give him a little bit of time." Sam says.

"Hey, it's your brother. It's your call. How long are you gonna let him go on like this? It's staring him right in the face

Sam exhales sharply. "Well, sometimes it's not easy to see things for what they are." He says.

FLASHBACK

KERMIT, TEXAS

SAM AND AMELIA'S HOUSE
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Sam is sitting on the porch steps throwing a ball for Riot. Amelia comes outside. "Get the ball. Come here!" Sam yells and claps his hands. "Come here! Come here." Riot drops the ball in front of Sam. "Good job." Amelia sits next to Sam on the steps. "Thought about what you're gonna say to him?"

Amelia shakes her head. "I've thought about it and thought about it, and I still don't know." She says.

"Look, I'm sure you have a lot of people telling you what the right thing to do is here." Sam says.

"Sam..."

"He's your husband, Amelia. But I-I don't... I don't want to do the right thing. I mean, this is the right thing, you and me." Sam says. "And maybe I'm going to hell for saying this, but I'm not ready to give this up."

"Neither am I." Amelia says. They hold hands. "Would it bother you if I just took a few days to clear my head?"

"Um... of course. Uh, take whatever time you need."

END FLASHBACK

GUIDRY'S CAJUN CAFE
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Dean and Elena enter and sit down at the counter. Elizabeth puts a menu in front of him. "Actually, I already know what I want." Dean says.

"Let me guess – gumbo?" Elizabeth asks.

Elena chuckles. "Was gonna be the gumbo till he saw..." She points and clicks her tongue. "...pie."

"Well, the special's pecan." Elizabeth says.

"Course it is. Let's do that." Dean says. She nods and walks away. He looks at photographs pinned up behind the counter, including one of Benny with Elizabeth. She returns.

Elizabeth sighs. "Bad news." She says.

"You're out of pecan. Story of my life. Uh, that's all right." Dean says. "Maybe you can make it up to me. I'm actually looking for an old friend of mine. I heard he's kicking around these parts. His name's Roy."

"Well, Roy works the night shift here. I mean, if we're talking about the same Roy." She says.

"Uh, yeah, he, uh, putts around in a – a beat-up camper. Thing looks like a rolling death trap." Dean says.

Elizabeth laughs. "Yeah, I thought I was the only one who gave him trouble over that piece of junk." She says and Dean and Elena laughs.

"You wouldn't happen to know where he's leaving it these days, would you?" Elena asks.

"Well, he, uh, was parking it out back, but just called to tell me he's gone up the road to Mill Creek for a few days."

"Okay. Uh, did he say why?" Dean asks.

"Oh... fishing, I think. He really deserves a break. He's been working doubles for the last two weeks straight."

"Um, listen, I, uh, I tell you what." Dean writes on a piece of paper. "If he pops up before I can find him, you do me a favor and just have him give me a buzz. Or..." Dean slides the piece of paper over to her. "...could just drop a dime yourself." He smiles.

"Sure thing..." Elizabeth picks up the piece of paper. "...Dean and Elena."

"And, uh, you are...?" Elena asks.

"Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth. All right. Take a rain check on that pie." Elena says and pats Dean's shoulder.

"Definitely." She says as Dean raps his knuckles on the counter and leaves. Elizabeth watches him go and looks at the piece of paper.