Criss Angel
Dean: Man…hope I die before I get old. Whole thing seems brutal, don’t it?Sam: You think we will?Dean: What?Sam: Die before we get old.Dean: Haven’t we both already?Sam: You know what I mean, Dean. I mean, do you think we’ll still be chasing demons when we’re 60?Dean: No, I think we’ll be dead…for good. What? You want to end up like — Like travis? Huh?Or Gordon, maybe?Sam: There’s Bobby.Dean: Oh, yeah, there’s a poster child for growing old gracefully.Sam: Maybe we’ll be different, Dean.Dean: What kind of Kool-Aid you drinking, man? Sammy, it ends bloody or sad. That’s just the life.Sam: What if we could win?Dean: Win?Sam: If there was a way we could just…put an end to all of it.Dean: Is there something going on you’re not telling me?Sam: No.Dean: Sammy.Sam: No. Look, I’m just saying…I just wish there was a way we could…go after the source. That’s all. Cut the head off the snake.Dean: Well, the problem with the snake is that it has a thousand heads. Evil bitches just keep piling out of the Volkswagen.Sam: Yeah. Guess you’re right.
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