|EPISODE 118: SOMETHING WICKED
|Dean: Well, maybe he's (their father) gonna meet us there.
Sam:(sniggers) Yeah, cause he's been so easy to find at this point.
Dean: You're a real smart ass, you know that? (pauses) Don't worry, I'm sure there's something in Fitchberg worth killing.
Sam: Yeah? what makes you so sure?
Dean: Because I'm the oldest... which means I'm always right.
Sam: No, it doesn't.
Dean: Yeah, it totally does.
|Sam: Dude, dude, I'm not using this ID!
Dean: Why not?
Sam: Because it says "bikini inspector" on it!
|Dean: When we were there, I saw a patient. An old woman.
Sam: An old person, huh?
Sam: (eyebrows raised) At a hospital.
Dean: (looks up at Sam)
Sam: Wooo... better call the Coast Guard.
Dean: Well, listen, smart ass, she had an inverted cross hanging on her wall.
|Sam: I'm surprised you didn't draw on him right there.
Dean: Yeah, well, first of all, I wasn't gonna open fire at a freakin' pediatrics ward.
Sam: Good call.
Dean: Second, it wouldn't have done any good cause the bastard's bullet-proof unless he's chowing down on something, and third, I wasn't packing, which is probably a good thing, 'cause I probably would have just burned a clip in him just out of principle alone.
Sam: Getting wise in your old age, Dean.
|Michael: (sitting behind motel reception desk) A king or two queens?
Dean: Two queens.
Michael: (looks smug) Yeah, I'll bet.
Michael: (quickly) Cool car.
|Michael: I thought I was having a nightmare.
Dean: I'd give anything not to tell you this, but sometimes nightmares are real.
|Michael: You said you're a big brother.
Michael: You'd take care of your little brother? You'd do anything for him?
Dean: Yeah... I would.
Michael: Me too. I'll help.
|Dean: Well, we'll be right in the next room. We're gonna come in with guns, so as soon as we do, you roll off this bed and crawl under it.
Michael: What if you shoot me?
Dean: (shakes head) We won't shoot you. We're good shots. We're not gonna fire until you're clear, okay?
Dean: Have you ever heard of a gunshot before?
Michael: Like in the movies?
Dean: This is gonna be a lot louder than in movies so I want you to stay under the bed, cover your ears. Do not come out till we say so, you understand?
|Sam: Hey, Dean, I'm sorry
Dean: (looks confused) For what?
Sam: You know. I know I've given you a lot of crap for always following Dad's orders. But I know why you do it.
Dean: Oh God... kill me now.
(Shtriga stops sucking the life out of Sam to look up at Dean; Dean shoots it in the head and Shtriga falls off Sam)
Dean: You okay, little brother?
|Sam: It's too bad.
Dean: No, they'll be fine.
Sam: It's not what I meant. I meant Michael. (pauses) He'll always know that there are things out there in the dark. He'll never be the same. You know... (pauses again) sometimes I wish that... (trails off)
Sam: I wish I could have that kind of innocence.
Dean: (pauses) If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too.
|Sam: Dean you got the time?
Dean: checking his watch] Ten after four.
Sam: What's wrong with this picture?
[Dean follows Sam's gaze to a nearly empty playground]
Dean: School's out, isn't it?
Sam: Yeah. So where is everybody? This place should be crawlin' with kids right now.
|Sam: Then you wanna use the kid as *bait*? Are you nuts? No! Forget it, that's outta the question!
Dean: It's not outta the question Sam, it's the only way. If this thing disappears, it could be years before we get another chance!
Sam: Michael's a *kid*! And I'm not gonna dangle him in front of that thing like a worm on a hook!
Dean: Dad did not send me here to walk away!
Sam: Send *you* here? He didn't send you here, he sent *us* here!
Dean: This isn't about you Sam! All right, I'm the one that screwed up! It's *my* fault, there's no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me.
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