Aτάκες 3ου επεισοδίου 8ης σεζόν.
Betsy: “Brick used to say the heart was key. That was the focus of the sacrifice.”
Dean: “Wow! Back in business. Got the win. Admit it. Feels good huh?”
Dean: “Ah…ah you guys are stronger than you look.”
Paul: “It comes with the package. Plus I work out a lot.”
Dean: “Where the hell are we?” Sam: “Farmer’s market. Organic.”
Dean: “So no new interests – fly fishing, stamp collecting, the occult?”
Dean: “Wow, guy goes to Purgatory for a year all hell breaks out. Check this out. Jogger in Minneapolis gets his heart ripped out.”
Sam: “I’m guessing literally.”
Dean: “Only way that interests me.”
Paul Hayes: “I do a lot of cardio”
Dean: “Really? Our king daddy monster is a stripper?”
Dean: “Same thing happens. Also in Minneapolis. What does that tell us?”
Sam: “Stay out of Minneapolis.”
Dean: “Two hearts ganked, same city 6 months apart. I mean that’s has to be a ritual man. Or at least some kind of a heart sucking, possessed Satanic crack whore bat.”
Dean: “So you getting his statement?”
Betsy: “You must think I’m a monster.”
Dean: “No. No, just that you married one.”
Betsy: “I’m old Randa, not an idiot.”
Randa: “I’m just trying to protect Brick.”
Betsy: “And so am I.”
Detective: “Sure he can run a little bit but Thor he ain’t. You think he’s going to grab Freddy Fitness here and throw him down and rip out his heart. I don’t think so. Forgive me if I didn’t take him out back and shoot him.”
Sam: “Brick Holmes, a heart eater. Who knew?”
Dean: “Heh, sorry buddy. The mighty they fall hard huh.”
Sam: “At least he wasn’t sleeping with his mother.”
Dean: “Yeah good Sam, find the silver lining.”
Dean: “No hex bags, nothing satanic, nothing spooky.”
Sam: “So didn’t seem like a guy to be voted most likely to disembowel.”
Dean: “Oh they never do.”
Dean: “Wait a second. I bought a translation app.”
Sam: “You bought an app.”
Dean: “Yeah.”….
Dean: “And babble wins, language unknown.”
Sam: “You want to guess who else other than Arthur Swenson had a transplant in the last year?’
Dean: “Paul Hayes.”
Sam: “I gave it away didn’t I?”
Sam: “Look I’m not saying I’m bailing on you. I’m just saying make room for the possibility that we want different things. I mean I want my time to count for something.”
Dean: “So what we do doesn’t count?”
Sam: “Or, maybe you don’t need me. I mean maybe you’re at your best hacking and slicing your way through all the world’s cr** alone, not having to explain yourself to anybody.”
Dean: “Yeah that makes sense seeing as how I have so many other brothers I can talk to about this stuff.”
Dean: “No, uh Brick Holmes is the way into this. Eleanor Holmes was doing her damnedest not to tell us a thing. Nice job in changing the subject though.”
Sam: “Dean listen. When this is over, when we close up shop on Kevin and the tablet, I’m done. I mean that.”
Dean: “No you don’t.”
Sam: “Dean the year that I took off I had something I’ve never had. A normal life. I mean I got to see what that felt like. I want that. I had that.”
Dean: “You know I was thinking about what Randa said about what it feels like to be a warrior. I get it man. I do.”
Sam: “I know. I know you do. I don’t. Not anymore. Hell maybe I never did.”
Dean: “Come on Sam, don’t ruin my buzz would ya?”
Dean: “I don’t know about you but this last year has given me a new perspective.”
Sam: “I hear you. Believe me.”
Dean: “I know where I’m at my best and that is right here, driving down crazy street next to you.”