
Dean: (walks into their room. Sam is sitting in a chair looking down.) we got another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room. Sam: (quietly) yeah i saw. Dean: we gotta figure this out and fast. so what did ya find out about granny? Sam: YOU'RE BOSSY! Dean: what? Sam: you're bossy.....and short! (chuckles) Dean: are you drunk!? Sam: yeah! so.........stupid! Dean: dude come on! what do ya think we're working a case!? Sam: that guy.......who hung himself.........i couldn't save him. Dean: what are you talking about? you didn't know you couldn't have saved him! Sam: THATS AN EXCUSE DEAN! I COULD HAVE FOUND A WAY TO SAVE HIM! i could have found a way to save him! i could have saved Ava too! Dean: well you can't save everyone even you said that! Sam: NO! you don't understand alright! the more people i save the more i can change! Dean: change what? Sam: MY DESTINY.... DEAN! Dean: alright. time for bed Sasquatch! come on. Sam: i need you to watch out for me! Dean: yeah i always do. Sam: no no no. you have to watch "out" for me...alright? and if i ever...turn into something that I'm not......you have to kill me. Dean: Sam..... Sam: Dean! dad told you to do it. you have to! Dean: yeah well dads an ass! he never should have said anything! you don't do that! you don't lay that kind of crap on ya kids! Sam: no! he was right to say it! WHO KNOWS WHAT I MIGHT BECOME!? even now everyone around me dies! Dean: yeah well I'm not dying.....and neither are you now come on lay down Sam: no! Dean please you're the only one who could do it! promise!......Dean please! you have to promise me! Dean: I promise. Sam: thanks. ......(puts his hand on Dean's face) thank you! (dean lays Sam's body and feet on the bed. Sam rolls over and barried his face in the pillow.) |
Susan: What the hell happened out there? Dean: You want the truth? Susan: Of course. Dean: Well at first we thought it was some kind of hoodoo curse. But that out there, was definitely a spirit. Susan: You're insane. Dean: That's been said. |
Susan: I don't believe this. Dean: Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? I mean I guess it did, technically, but if a spirit can... forget it. |
Sam: This woman's had a stroke. Dean: Yeah, but hoodoo's hands-on... Sam: Yeah. Dean: ... you gotta mix herbs, and chant, and build an altar. Sam: So it can't be Rose. Heck, maybe it's not even hoodoo. Dean: You know, she could be faking. Sam: Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick? (Dean nods) Dude, you are not gonna poke her with a stick! |
Dean: (as Sam is leaning over the toilet) You know there's a really good hangover remedy, it's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray. Sam: (groaning) I hate you. Dean: (smirking) I know you do. |
Dean: Wow! This is a lotta dolls. Er, they're nice, they're not super-creepy at all... |
Dean: Hey, are those antique dolls? ‘Cause this one, this one here, he has a major doll collection back home. (grins at Sam) Don’t ya? Sam: (reluctantly) Big time. Dean: Big time. Yeah, you think he could come… well, we could come in and take a look? Susan: I don’t know… Dean: Please? Please, I mean he loves them. He’s not gonna tell you this, but he’s always dressing ‘em up in these little tiny outfits and I mean, you’d make his day. She would, huh? Sam: (glaring at Dean) It’s true. |
Dean: (to Sam) You get online, check old obits, freak accidents, that sort of thing. See if she’s whacked anybody before. Sam: Right. Dean: Don’t go surfing porn, that’s not the kind of whacking I mean. |
Dean: Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay? Sam: Well, you are kind of butch. They probably think you're overcompensating. Dean: (uncomfortable chuckle) Right. |
Susan: Let me guess. You guys are here antiquing? Dean: How'd you know? Susan: Oh, you just look the type. So, uh, a king-size bed? Sam: What?! No, uh no, we're... Two singles. We're just brothers. Susan: Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry. Dean: What'd you mean that we look the type? |
Dean: Dude, this is sweet! I never get to work jobs like this. Sam: Like what? Dean: Old-school haunted houses. Secret passageways, sissy British accents. We might even get to run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside. Mmm, Daphne... love her. |
Dean: I just figured after Ava, there'd be more angst, more droopy music, and staring out the rainy windows. (glare from Sam) Okay, I'll shut up now. Sam: Look, I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiancé's dead and some demon's taken her off to God-knows-where. We've been looking for a month now. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die, either. We've gotta save as many people as we can. Dean: Wow, that attitude is just way too healthy for me. I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you. |
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