So, yeah: Creepy Grandpa's got a cure for vampirism, and it's a cure that has apparently been in the Campbell family for a couple of generations, because he's pulled the relevant info on it all from his own grandfather's Demonic Day Planner, and we'll just be going with this utterly asinine bit of contrivance, because I've wanted this hateful episode over with already for what seems like the last five days. Long story short, as long as Dean doesn't drink any human blood, and as long as Dean procures a bit of the blood of the vampire who turned him, they should be able to whip up a potion that'll rid Dean of his baby fangs and his bat ears and his super-speed and his naughty throat-sucking inclinations for good. Fortunately enough, Dean is also currently in possession of an inordinately heightened sense of smell, and therefore can easily pinpoint the vampire nest's location to an abandoned bank building about two miles outside of town. Creepy Grandpa arms him with a hypodermic full of Dead Man's Blood, and Dean exits, alone, to hunt down The Troll.

And once Diseased El Deano's gone, Creepy Grandpa turns on Secretly Evil Sammy to snarl, "What the hell is wrong with you?" Secretly Evil Sammy plays dumb, so Creepy Grandpa's forced to elaborate, "You knew about the cure!" Secretly Evil Sammy's all, "Did not!" and Creepy Grandpa's all, "Did too!" and Secretly Evil Sammy's all, "Did not, did not, did not!" and Creepy Grandpa's all, "Did too times a thousand!" and Secretly Evil Sammy's all, "Did not times infinity!" and then Secretly Evil Sammy flounces, leaving Creepy Grandpa to frown to himself, all brooding and such.

Two Miles Outside Of Town. Diseased El Deano sneaks into the abandoned bank building and tiptoes through the decaying basement for a while until he's...accosted by the emotard throat-sucker from the top of the hour! "'Sup?" asks the emotard, a bit too casually. "I-I-I'm, uh," Dean stammers, startled and thrown, allowing The Emotard the opportunity to finish for him, "The guy Boris turned you outside the bar, right?" "He said to look out for you," The Emotard continues with a smirk before allowing that smirk to spread out into a full-fledged grin as he welcomes Dean to the coven with a hearty, "Glad you made it, man!" They bump fists -- no, seriously -- and Dean follows as Robbie leads the way to the vampire clan's stash of all that refrigerated blood they swiped from the van a few scenes ago. "You must be starving," Robbie guesses, offering Dean a bag of A-positive. "I'm okay," Dean LIES, claiming that he "killed so many people on the way over" that he likely won't need to feed again for days. Robbie's eyebrows wiggle at news of Dean's homicidal tendencies, and he leans in to confide, "Company line is, we don't just kill people anymore." "But," he adds with a bit of sweatily voyeuristic enthusiasm, "you have got to tell me what that's like!" "Yeah!" Dean promises. "First chance I get, I'll show you myself." Robbie, of course not understanding the veiled threat, titters and snacks on some of the bagged blood until it's time for...