|EPISODE 104: PHANTOM TRAVELER
|Dean: Did you get any sleep last night?
Sam: Yeah, I got a couple of hours.
Dean: Liar. See, I was up at 3 and you were watching George Foreman infomercials.
Sam: What can I say? It's riveting TV!
Dean: When's the last time you got a good night sleep?
Sam: I don't know. A little while, I guess. It's not a big deal.
Dean: Yeah it is!
Sam: Look, I appreciate your concern...
Dean: Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive! So I need you sharp. Seriously, you still having nightmares about Jess?
|Sam: So what, all of this never keeps you up at night? (Dean shakes his head) Never. You're never afraid? (Dean shakes his head again)
Dean: No, not really. (Sam reaches under his pillow and pulls out a knife) That's not fear. That is precaution.
Sam: Ah, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.
|Sam: Yeah, I know what an EMF Meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up walkman?
Dean: (proudly) Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade.
Sam: (sarcastically) Yeah, I can see that.(Dean looks hurt)
|Amanda: This is Amanda Walker.
Dean: Miss Walker. Hi! This is Dr. James Hetfield from St Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here.
Amanda: My Karen?
Dean: It's nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so–
Amanda: Wait, wait, that is impossible. I just got off the phone with her.
Dean: You what?
|(Dean is being fidgety on the plane)
Sam: Just try to relax.
Dean: (through clenched teeth) Just try to shut up!
|Sam: Alright it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane.
Dean: Wha… what? Hang on a second—
Sam: Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash.
Dean: I know.
Sam: Well, okay. We need to get on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. Look, I'll get the tickets and you just go get whatever you can from the trunk, whatever will get past security, and meet me back here in five minutes. (Dean looks shocked) You okay?
Dean: No, not really.
Sam: What? What's wrong?
Dean: Well, I kinda have this problem with, um... (makes the movement of plane taking off with his hands)
Dean: It's never really been an issue until now.
Sam: You're joking, right?!
Dean: Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?
Sam: Alright, uhh… I'll go.
Sam: I'll do this one on my own.
Dean: Are you nuts? You said it yourself, that plane's gonna crash.
Sam: Look, Dean, we can do it together, I can do this one by myself. I'm not seeing a third option here.
Dean: Come on! Really? Man...
|Sam: Are you humming Metallica?
Dean: Calms me down.
Sam: Look man, I get you're nervous alright, but you gotta stay focused.
|Sam: What if she's already possessed?
Dean: There's ways to test that. I brought holy water.
Sam: No, I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed she'll flinch at the name of God.
Dean: Uhh, nice. (stands up)
Sam: Say it in Latin.
Dean: Yeah, I know. (Begins to leave)
Sam: Uhh... In Latin, it's Christo.
Dean: Dude, I know, I'm not an idiot.
|Dean: Alright, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet.
Sam: You said Cristo?
Dean: There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her.
|Dean: Come on, that can't be normal!!
Sam: Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence.
Dean: Sam, this plane is going to crash, so stop treating me like I'm freakin' four!
Sam: You need to calm down.
Dean: I'm sorry, I can't.
Sam: Yes, you can.
Dean: Dude, stow the touchy-feely-self-help-yoga crap. It's not helping!
|Dean: This is gonna sound nuts, but we don't have the time for the whole the-truth-is-out-there speech, so....|
|Dean: Yeah, a middle-aged dentist with an ulcer isn’t exactly evil personified.|
|Sam: Homeland Security. That’s pretty illegal, even for us.
Dean: Yeah well, it’s something new. You know, people haven’t seen it a thousand times.
|Sam: You've been in there forever.
Dean: You can't rush perfection.
|Dean: Man. I look like on of the Blues Brothers!
Sam: No, you don't. You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance.
Dean: (looks himself up and down) I hate this thing.
|Dean: (after he and Sam jumped a fence) Wow, these monkey suits do come in handy...|
|Dean: What time is it now?
Sam: Oh, about 5:45.
Dean: In the morning?!?
Dean: (sarcastically) Where does the day go?
|Dean: Yeah, it was a poltergeist right?
Co-Worker: Hey, Poltergeist, I love that movie!
Jerry: Yeah, no one's talking to you. Keep walkin'.
|(On the plane, Dean's EMF Radar begins to beep frantically. Dean stares wide-eyed at the co-pilot, who he is pointing it at)
Sam: What is it!?
(Dean is still in a state of shock, and doesn't even turn to look at his brother)
|Jerry: If you fellas would excuse me, I have an idiot to fire.|
|Dean: More powerful?
Sam: Well, it doesn't need to possess anyone anymore, it can just wreak havoc on its own.
Dean: Oh. And why is that a good thing?
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