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| Dean: Whoa, easy, tiger. Sam: Dean? (Dean laughs) Sam: (breathing heavily) You scared the crap out of me. Dean: That's because you're out of practice. (Sam retaliates, pinning Dean down) Dean: (laughs) Or not. Get off me. |
| Sam: What the hell are you doing here? Dean: I was looking for a beer. Sam: ...What the hell are you doing here? Dean: Okay, alright. We gotta talk. Sam: Um...the phone? Dean: If I had called, would you have picked up? |
| (Jess in a tight blue Smurf shirt and short white panties) Dean: I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league. Jess: Just let me put something on. Dean: No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it... seriously. |
| Sam: No. No, whatever you wanna say, you can say it in front of her. Dean: Okay... um... Dad hasn't been home in a few days. Sam: So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later. Dean: Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days. Sam: ...Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside. |
| Sam: I mean, come on, you can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you. Dean: You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him. |
| Sam: I swore I was done hunting for good. Dean: Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad. Sam: Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45. Dean: Well, what was he supposed to do? Sam: I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, "Don't be afraid of the dark." Dean: Don't be afraid of the dark? What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there! |
| Sam: Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself? Dean: I'm twenty-six, dude. |
| Dean: So what are you gonna do? Just live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it? Sam: No. Not normal. Safe. Dean: And that's why you ran away? (sounds disgusted) Sam: I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone, and that's what I'm doing. |
| Dean: I can't do this alone. Sam: Yes, you can. Dean: (looks down and away) Well, I don't want to. |
| Dean: In almost two years I never bothered you, never asked you for a thing. |
| Jess: Wait, you're taking off? Is this about your dad? Is he alright? Sam: Yeah, you know, just a little family drama. Jess: Your brother said he's on some kind of hunting trip? Sam: Oh, yeah. He's just deer hunting up at the cabin. He's probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. We're just going to go and bring him back. |
| Sam: So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams? Dean: Well, yeah. Hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards. |
| Sam: Dude, you gotta update your cassette tape collection. Dean: Why? Sam: Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motörhead, Metallica?! It's the greatest hits of mullet rock. Dean: House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake hole. Sam: You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay? Dean: Sorry, can't hear you. The music's too loud. |
| Sam: So what's the theory? Ranger Wilkinson: Seriously? We don't know. Serial murder, kidnapping ring... Dean: Well, that's exactly the kinda crack police work I'd expect outta you guys. |
| Dean: (nodding at two agents) Agent Mulder, Agent Scully. |
| (after falling over the bridge) Sam: Dean! Dean! Dean: What?! Sam: You alright?! Dean: (waves up) Yeah. Sam: Car alright? Dean: Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now. That Constance chick - what a b*tch! Sam: You smell like a toilet. |
| Sam: Hey, Dean. What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry. Dean: (holds up hand to stop Sam) No chick flick moments. Sam: Alright...jerk. Dean: B*tch. |
| Officer: So, fake U.S. Marshall. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real? Dean: My boobs. |
| Policeman: I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here. Dean: We talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or, uh... "squeal like a pig" kind of trouble? |
| Policeman: You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect. Dean: That makes sense. 'Cause when the first one went missing in '82, I was three. |
| Dean: Nice work, Sammy. Sam: (painful laughing) Yeah, wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak? Dean: Hey, saved your ass! (looks at his car) I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car, I'll kill you. |
| Sam: We got work to do. |
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