date: 10/05 21:56
n: No, not really.
(Sam pulls a long knife out from under Dean's pillow)
Dean: That's not fear. That's precaution.
Sam: Alright, whatever. I'm too tired to argue.
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Dean: When's the last time you got a good night sleep?
Sam: I don't know. A little while I guess. It's not a big deal.
Dean: Yeah, it is!
Sam: Look I appreciate your concern...
Dean: Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep my ass alive! So I need you sharp.
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Dean: Did you get any sleep last night?
Sam: Yeah, I got a couple of hours.
Dean: Liar. See, I was up at 3 and you were watching George Foreman infomercials.
Sam: What can I say? Riveting TV!
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Sam: If she's possessed, she'll flinch at the name of God.
Dean: Uh, nice.
(Dean gets up and starts to walk away)
Sam : Hey?
Dean: What?
Sam: Say it In Latin.
Dean: I know!
Sam : Hey?
Dean: What?!
Sam: In Latin it's Cristo.
Dean: Dude, I know! I'm not idiot!
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Sam: Are you humming to Metallica?
Dean: Calms me down.
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Dean: I look like one of the Blues Brothers.
Sam: No you don't . You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance.
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(On the plane, Dean's EMF Radar begins to beep frantically. Dean stares wide-eyed at the co-pi
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