Dean: Whoa, easy, tiger.
Sam: Dean? (Dean laughs)
Sam: (breathing heavily) 你 scared the crap out of me.
Dean: That's because you're out of practice. (Sam retaliates, pinning Dean down)
Dean: (laughs) 或者 not. Get off me.
Sam: What the hell are 你 doing here?
Dean: I was looking for a beer.
Sam: ...What the hell are 你 doing here?
Dean: Okay, alright. We gotta talk.
Sam: Um...the phone?
Dean: If I had called, would 你 have picked up?
(Jess in a tight blue Smurf 衬衫 and short white panties) Dean: I 爱情 the Smurfs. 你 know, I gotta tell you, 你 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 你 wanna say, 你 can say it in front of her.
Dean: Okay...um...Dad hasn't been 首页 in a few days.
Sam: So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner 或者 later.
Dean: Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been 首页 in a few days.
Sam: ...Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.
Sam: I mean, come on, 你 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 你 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 你 kidding me? Of course 你 should be afraid of the dark! 你 know what's out there!
Sam: Dad let 你 go on a hunting trip 由 yourself?
Dean: I'm twenty-six, dude.
Dean: So what are 你 gonna do? Just live some normal, 苹果 pie life? Is that it?
Sam: No. Not normal. Safe.
Dean: And that's why 你 ran away? (sounds disgusted)
Sam: I was just going to college. It was dad who 说 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, 你 can.
Dean: (looks down and away) Well, I don't want to.
Dean: In almost two years I never bothered you, never asked 你 for a thing.
Jess: Wait, you're taking off? Is this about your dad? Is he alright?
Sam: Yeah, 你 know, just a little family drama.
Jess: Your brother 说 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: So how'd 你 pay for that stuff? 你 and Dad still running credit card scams?
Dean: Well, yeah. 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: Dude, 你 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: 你 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 你 guys.
Dean: (nodding at two agents) Agent Mulder, Agent Scully.
(after falling over the bridge)
Sam: Dean! Dean!
Dean: What?!
Sam: 你 alright?!
Dean: (waves up), yeh
Sam: Car alright?
Dean: Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now. That Constance chick - what a bitch!
Sam: 你 smell like a toilet!
Sam: Hey, Dean. What I 说 earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.
Dean: (holds up hand to stop Sam) No chick flick moments.
Sam: Alright...jerk.
Dean: Bitch.
Officer: So, fake U.S. Marshall. Fake credit cards. 你 got anything that's real?
Dean: My boots.
Policeman: I'm not sure 你 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: 你 got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, 你 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 你 thinking, shooting Casper in the face, 你 freak?
Dean: Hey, saved your ass! (looks at his car) I'll tell 你 another thing. If 你 screwed up my car, I'll kill you.
Sam: We got work to do.
Sam: Dean? (Dean laughs)
Sam: (breathing heavily) 你 scared the crap out of me.
Dean: That's because you're out of practice. (Sam retaliates, pinning Dean down)
Dean: (laughs) 或者 not. Get off me.
Sam: What the hell are 你 doing here?
Dean: I was looking for a beer.
Sam: ...What the hell are 你 doing here?
Dean: Okay, alright. We gotta talk.
Sam: Um...the phone?
Dean: If I had called, would 你 have picked up?
(Jess in a tight blue Smurf 衬衫 and short white panties) Dean: I 爱情 the Smurfs. 你 know, I gotta tell you, 你 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 你 wanna say, 你 can say it in front of her.
Dean: Okay...um...Dad hasn't been 首页 in a few days.
Sam: So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner 或者 later.
Dean: Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been 首页 in a few days.
Sam: ...Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside.
Sam: I mean, come on, 你 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 你 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 你 kidding me? Of course 你 should be afraid of the dark! 你 know what's out there!
Sam: Dad let 你 go on a hunting trip 由 yourself?
Dean: I'm twenty-six, dude.
Dean: So what are 你 gonna do? Just live some normal, 苹果 pie life? Is that it?
Sam: No. Not normal. Safe.
Dean: And that's why 你 ran away? (sounds disgusted)
Sam: I was just going to college. It was dad who 说 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, 你 can.
Dean: (looks down and away) Well, I don't want to.
Dean: In almost two years I never bothered you, never asked 你 for a thing.
Jess: Wait, you're taking off? Is this about your dad? Is he alright?
Sam: Yeah, 你 know, just a little family drama.
Jess: Your brother 说 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: So how'd 你 pay for that stuff? 你 and Dad still running credit card scams?
Dean: Well, yeah. 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: Dude, 你 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: 你 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 你 guys.
Dean: (nodding at two agents) Agent Mulder, Agent Scully.
(after falling over the bridge)
Sam: Dean! Dean!
Dean: What?!
Sam: 你 alright?!
Dean: (waves up), yeh
Sam: Car alright?
Dean: Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now. That Constance chick - what a bitch!
Sam: 你 smell like a toilet!
Sam: Hey, Dean. What I 说 earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.
Dean: (holds up hand to stop Sam) No chick flick moments.
Sam: Alright...jerk.
Dean: Bitch.
Officer: So, fake U.S. Marshall. Fake credit cards. 你 got anything that's real?
Dean: My boots.
Policeman: I'm not sure 你 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: 你 got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall. Along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo. Boy, 你 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 你 thinking, shooting Casper in the face, 你 freak?
Dean: Hey, saved your ass! (looks at his car) I'll tell 你 another thing. If 你 screwed up my car, I'll kill you.
Sam: We got work to do.
