|EPISODE 119: PROVENANCE
|Sam: Alright, so I think I've got something.
Dean: Yeah, me too. (looks towards a hot chick) I think we need to take a little short leave, just a little one. What do you think, huh? I'm so on the door with this one.
Sam: So what are we today, Dean? Rock stars? Are we army rangers?
Dean: LA TV scouts, looking for people with special skills.
|Dean: She's got a friend over there, probably can hook you up. What do you think?
Sam: Dean? Ah... no thanks. I can get my own dates.
Dean: Yeah, but you don't.
Sam: What's that suppose to mean?
Dean: Nothing. What've you got?
|Daniel: Can I help you gentlemen?
Dean: I'd like some champagne please.
Sam: (to Dean, shocked) He's not a waiter.
|Daniel: I'm Daniel Blake. This is my auction house. Now, gentlemen, this is a private showing and I don't remember seeing your name on the guest list.
Dean: (With a mouth full of food) We're there Chuckles, you just need to take another look. (looks around, sees a waiter holding out champagne glasses and helps himself to one) Ooh, finally!
|Sarah: I'm Sarah Blake
Sam: Sam. And this is, uh... (turns to Dean who is yet again stuffing his mouth with food) my brother Dean...
Sarah: Can we get you some more mini quiches?
Dean: Mmmm, (shakes head) I'm good thanks.
|Dean: Well, we're not getting anything out of Chuckles, but, uh... Sarah...
Sam: Yeah, maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin.
Dean: (chuckles) Not me.
Sam: Oh, no no no no. Pickups are your thing Dean.
Dean: It wasn't my butt she was checking out.
|Dean: Sometimes you have to take one for the team.|
|Sarah: I don't know about Romeo here, but I'll have a beer.|
|Dean: So she just handed the providences over to you?
Sam: Yes, we went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers.
Sam: And nothing. That's it. I left.
Dean: You didn't need to con her? Or do any special favors or anything like that?
Sam: Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter, please?
|(Sam and Dean are burning the painting)
Dean: Ugly ass thing... If you ask me, we're doing the art world a favor.
|(Sam and Dean are frantically searching for Dean's wallet)
Sarah: Hey guys!
Sam: Sarah! Hey!
Sarah: What are you doing here?
Sam: Err.. um.. we're leaving town and you know, we came to say goodbye.
Dean: What are you talking about? We're sticking around another day or two.
(Sam looks confused)
Sarah: Uh huh... (looks perplexed)
Dean: Oh Sam, by the way, I thought I'd give you that 20 bucks I owe you...
(Dean takes out his wallet from back pocket. Sam realises Dean has tricked him)
|Sarah: Oh, well, that's too bad..
Sam: (sees painting he thought Dean and himself had burnt) OH MY GOD!
Sam: Thaha... that painting... looks so... good.
Sarah: (looks confused) If you can call that monstronsity good, then yeah, I guess...
|Sam: I don't understand, Dean. We burned the damn thing.
Dean: Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious.
|Dean: Alright, well, if his head position changed, then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well, you know, can give us some clue.
Sam: What, like The Da Vinci Code?
Dean: I don't... know... I'm still waiting for the movie on that one.
|Sam: Why are you trying so hard to get me laid?
Dean: Why are you trying so hard to not get laid?
|Dean: Alright, you like her; she likes you. You're both consenting adults.
Sam: What's the point, Dean? We'll just leave. We always leave.
Dean: Well, I'm not talking about marriage, Sam.
Sam: You know what, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?
Dean: 'Cause then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time.
|Dean: You know, seriously, Sam, this isn't just about hooking up, okay? I mean, I, I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you. And I don't mean any disrespect, but I'm — I'm sure that this is about Jessica, right? Now I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that, but I would think that she would want you to be happy; God forbid, have fun once in awhile. Wouldn't she?
Sam:: Yeah, I know she would. Yeah, you're right - part of this is about Jessica, but not the main part.
Dean: What's it about? (Sam is silent) Yeah, alright.
|Sam: Sarah, you saw that painting move.
Sarah: No... no... I, I was seeing things. It's impossible.
Dean: Yeah, well, welcome to our world.
|Sam: Sarah, I know this sounds crazy, but we think that that painting is haunted.
Sarah: Huh... you're joking... (looks at the brothers) ... you're not joking. God! The guys I go out with!
|Sarah: Look, I'm not saying that I'm not scared, cause I am scared as hell, but I'm not going to run and hide either. (walks towards the door) So, are we going or what? (exits)
Dean: Sam, marry that girl.
|Sarah: Is there something here between us, or am I delusional?
Sam: You're not delusional.
Sarah: But, there's a but coming.
Sam: But, I don't think this is a good idea.
Sarah: Can I ask why?
Sam: 'Cause I like you.
Sarah: Wait... you lost me.(both laugh)
|Sarah: I thought the painting was harmless now.
Sam: Better be safe than sorry. We're gonna burn the sucker.
Sarah: I wanna come with you.
Sam: You sure?
Sarah: Yeah (gets out of car)
Dean: Hey, hey, hey, I'll stay here, you go make your move.
Dean: Sam, I'm serious!
|(Sam and Dean are digging up a grave)
Sarah: You guys seem to be uncomfortably comfortable with this.
Sam: Well, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?
|Dean: Sam, you alright?
Sam: (looks at Sarah right next to him) I'm not bad.
|Sarah: So, why did the girl do it?
Sam: Killing others, killing herself. Some people are just born tortured. So when they die, their spirits are just as dark.
|Dean: I'll go wait in the car. See you, Sarah (reluctant to leave... but slowly walks off, muttering) I'm the one who burned the doll and destroyed the spirit, but don't thank me or anything.|
|Dean: (watches Sam kissing Sarah) That's my boy.|
|Sarah: [as Dean begins to pick the locks] Uh... Isn't this a crime scene?
Dean: What? You've already lied to the cops. What's another infraction?
|Dean: Grant Wood? Grandma Moses? What?
Sam: Art History course. It's good for meetin' girls.
Dean: It's like I don't even know you.
|Dean: It's the third bone yard we've checked. I think this ghost is jerkin' us around.
Sarah: [to Sam] So this is what you guys do for a living?
Sam: Not exactly. We don't get paid.
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