Dean Winchester: Fake 911 phone call, Sammy, I dunno, that's pretty illegal.
Dean Winchester: toi can pretend all toi want, Sammy. But sooner ou later you're gonna have to face up to who toi really are.
Sam Winchester: And who's that?
Dean Winchester: One of us.
Sam Winchester: No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.
Dean Winchester: Well, toi have a responsibility.
Sam Winchester: To dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.
Dean Winchester: [slams Sam into bridge] Don't talk about her like that.
Sam Winchester: toi smell like a toliet.
Sam Winchester: toi know there's EVP on that.
Dean Winchester: Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?
Dean Winchester: Does Jessica know? Does she know the things you've done?
Sam Winchester: No. And she's never going to know.
Dean Winchester: Well that's healthy!
Dean drags himself from the river
Sam Winchester: Dean, salut are toi all right?
Dean Winchester: I'm super.
Sam Winchester: [answers phone] What?
Dean Winchester: Dude. Five-O. Take off.
Dean Winchester: You're such a control freak!
Sheriff: So, toi want to give us your real name?
Dean Winchester: I told toi it's Nugent. Ted Nugent.
1983: Mary has just been engulfed par feu on the ceiling of Sam's nusery which is up in flames. John picks baby Sam up and is met in the hall par 4 an old Dean. John hands Sam to him:
John Winchester: Take your brother outside as fast as toi can! Don't look back! Now Dean, go!
Deputy: toi two are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?
Dean Winchester: Thanks, that's awfully kind of you.
Dean Winchester: I am Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill.
repeated line
The Woman in White: Take me home...
Dean: Whoa, easy, tiger.
Sam: Dean? (Dean laughs) (breathing heavily) toi scared the crap out of me.
Dean: That's because you're out of practice. (Sam retaliates, pinning Dean down) (laughs) ou not. Get off me.
Sam: What the hell are toi doing here?
Dean: I was looking for a beer.
Sam: ...What the hell are toi doing here?
Dean: Okay, alright. We gotta talk.
Sam: Um...the phone?
Dean: If I had called, would toi have picked up?
Jess in a tight blue Smurf chemise and short white panties.
Dean: I l’amour the Smurfs. toi know, I gotta tell you, toi 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 toi wanna say, toi can say it in front of her.
Dean: Okay...um...Dad hasn't been accueil in a few days.
Sam: So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner ou later.
Dean: Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been accueil in a few days.
Sam: ...Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.
Sam: I mean, come on, toi 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 toi 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 toi kidding me? Of course toi should be afraid of the dark! toi know what's out there!
Sam: Dad let toi go on a hunting trip par yourself?
Dean: I'm twenty-six, dude.
Dean: So what are toi gonna do? Just live some normal, pomme pie life? Is that it?
Sam: No. Not normal. Safe.
Dean: And that's why toi ran away? (sounds disgusted)
Sam: I was just going to college. It was dad who a dit 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, toi can.
Dean: (looks down and away) Well, I don't want to.
Dean: In almost two years I never bothered you, never asked toi for a thing.
Jess: Wait, you're taking off? Is this about your dad? Is he alright?
Sam: Yeah, toi know, just a little family drama.
Jess: Your brother a dit 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 Winchester: So how'd toi pay for that stuff? toi and dad still running credit card scams?
Dean Winchester: Yeah, well. 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 Winchester: And what names did toi write on the applications this time?
Dean Winchester: Uh... Burt Aframian... and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal.
Sam: Dude, toi gotta update your cassette tape collection.
Dean: Why?
Sam: Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?! It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.
Dean: House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake hole.
Sam: toi 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 toi guys.
Sheriff: Can I help you, boys?
Dean Winchester: No, sir, we were just leaving.
Two FBI agents walk past them
Dean Winchester: Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.
Sam: Car alright?
Dean: Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now. That Constance chick - what a bitch!
Sam: Hey, Dean. What I a dit earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.
Dean: (holds up hand to stop Sam) No chick flick moments.
Sam: Alright...jerk.
Dean: Bitch.
Cop: So. Fake US Marshall. Fake credit cards. toi got anything that's real?
Dean Winchester: My boots.
Deputy: [slamming Dean on the capuche, hotte of his car] toi have the right to remain silent...
Policeman: I'm not sure toi 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: toi got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, toi 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 toi thinking, shooting Casper in the face, toi freak?
Dean: Hey, saved your ass! (looks at his car) I'll tell toi another thing. If toi screwed up my car, I'll kill you.
Sam: We got work to do.
Dean Winchester: toi can pretend all toi want, Sammy. But sooner ou later you're gonna have to face up to who toi really are.
Sam Winchester: And who's that?
Dean Winchester: One of us.
Sam Winchester: No, I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.
Dean Winchester: Well, toi have a responsibility.
Sam Winchester: To dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone. And she isn't coming back.
Dean Winchester: [slams Sam into bridge] Don't talk about her like that.
Sam Winchester: toi smell like a toliet.
Sam Winchester: toi know there's EVP on that.
Dean Winchester: Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?
Dean Winchester: Does Jessica know? Does she know the things you've done?
Sam Winchester: No. And she's never going to know.
Dean Winchester: Well that's healthy!
Dean drags himself from the river
Sam Winchester: Dean, salut are toi all right?
Dean Winchester: I'm super.
Sam Winchester: [answers phone] What?
Dean Winchester: Dude. Five-O. Take off.
Dean Winchester: You're such a control freak!
Sheriff: So, toi want to give us your real name?
Dean Winchester: I told toi it's Nugent. Ted Nugent.
1983: Mary has just been engulfed par feu on the ceiling of Sam's nusery which is up in flames. John picks baby Sam up and is met in the hall par 4 an old Dean. John hands Sam to him:
John Winchester: Take your brother outside as fast as toi can! Don't look back! Now Dean, go!
Deputy: toi two are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?
Dean Winchester: Thanks, that's awfully kind of you.
Dean Winchester: I am Agent Ford, this is Agent Hamill.
repeated line
The Woman in White: Take me home...
Dean: Whoa, easy, tiger.
Sam: Dean? (Dean laughs) (breathing heavily) toi scared the crap out of me.
Dean: That's because you're out of practice. (Sam retaliates, pinning Dean down) (laughs) ou not. Get off me.
Sam: What the hell are toi doing here?
Dean: I was looking for a beer.
Sam: ...What the hell are toi doing here?
Dean: Okay, alright. We gotta talk.
Sam: Um...the phone?
Dean: If I had called, would toi have picked up?
Jess in a tight blue Smurf chemise and short white panties.
Dean: I l’amour the Smurfs. toi know, I gotta tell you, toi 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 toi wanna say, toi can say it in front of her.
Dean: Okay...um...Dad hasn't been accueil in a few days.
Sam: So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner ou later.
Dean: Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been accueil in a few days.
Sam: ...Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.
Sam: I mean, come on, toi 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 toi 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 toi kidding me? Of course toi should be afraid of the dark! toi know what's out there!
Sam: Dad let toi go on a hunting trip par yourself?
Dean: I'm twenty-six, dude.
Dean: So what are toi gonna do? Just live some normal, pomme pie life? Is that it?
Sam: No. Not normal. Safe.
Dean: And that's why toi ran away? (sounds disgusted)
Sam: I was just going to college. It was dad who a dit 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, toi can.
Dean: (looks down and away) Well, I don't want to.
Dean: In almost two years I never bothered you, never asked toi for a thing.
Jess: Wait, you're taking off? Is this about your dad? Is he alright?
Sam: Yeah, toi know, just a little family drama.
Jess: Your brother a dit 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 Winchester: So how'd toi pay for that stuff? toi and dad still running credit card scams?
Dean Winchester: Yeah, well. 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 Winchester: And what names did toi write on the applications this time?
Dean Winchester: Uh... Burt Aframian... and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal.
Sam: Dude, toi gotta update your cassette tape collection.
Dean: Why?
Sam: Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?! It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.
Dean: House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake hole.
Sam: toi 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 toi guys.
Sheriff: Can I help you, boys?
Dean Winchester: No, sir, we were just leaving.
Two FBI agents walk past them
Dean Winchester: Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.
Sam: Car alright?
Dean: Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now. That Constance chick - what a bitch!
Sam: Hey, Dean. What I a dit earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.
Dean: (holds up hand to stop Sam) No chick flick moments.
Sam: Alright...jerk.
Dean: Bitch.
Cop: So. Fake US Marshall. Fake credit cards. toi got anything that's real?
Dean Winchester: My boots.
Deputy: [slamming Dean on the capuche, hotte of his car] toi have the right to remain silent...
Policeman: I'm not sure toi 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: toi got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, toi 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 toi thinking, shooting Casper in the face, toi freak?
Dean: Hey, saved your ass! (looks at his car) I'll tell toi another thing. If toi screwed up my car, I'll kill you.
Sam: We got work to do.
