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Can we– |
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Not right now. |
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I said I was sorry! |
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I’m not the one you need to apologize to. Cas may never speak to you again, that was sort of his daughter. |
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Her hair will grow back… |
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But her big toe won’t! And we can’t even find it to reattach. |
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I warned there might be side effects! |
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“Side effects”? “Side! Effects!” Sam?!? I still can’t taste anything colored purple or lite beers! |
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I’m doing the best I can, Dean! It’s not like there’s a lot of literature out there. |
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What did you need with two tons of oxy-clean anyway? |
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Hello? Merch of Cain? Who else would you consult with but the ghost of Billy Mays? |
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I just didn’t think the Ouija board would catch fire. |
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Which Ouija board? |
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This one: |
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Ahhhhhhh! |
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Ahhhhhhh! |
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It’s coming from inside the car! |
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Quick, Sam! Throw it out! |
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*tosses it out the window* |
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This is out of control! We’ve got to find something unmarketable! |
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Right! I should still have enough pocket hoses and quick chops for the ritual… |
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No! No more of your crazy spells! |
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What am I supposed to do with 47 waffle makers? |
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Feed the next monster we find to death. I don’t care just no. more. inventions. |
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. . . |
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Though Metatron covered in detergent and licorice was pretty funny. |
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Hey Dean, I think we’re about to leave the Hunter Games. |
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What makes you say that? |
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The sign. *point* |
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“No place like home”? Why does that sound familiar… |
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It’s a line from that famous movie, Wicked. |
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Oz! And where there’s Oz… |
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There’s where we left, Charlie! Maybe she can help! |
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Guys! Guys! |
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Charlie! What happened?!?!? |
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It’s the MoC, Dean! Not even she is safe! |
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Sorry, Charlie! We’ll be back, soon! |
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Weird, I just wanted to ask if they wanted… |
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a drink of some delicious coffee |
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What did we hit? |
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A road sign. |
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What’s that one read? |
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It says “Paint it Black” |
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Where are we on the map? |
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*consulting map* Oh crap, we’re way off course. We’ve missed 3 episodes. |
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Any out of control merch around here? |
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John! |
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Marsha! |
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Oh, John! |
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Oh, Marsha! |
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John! |
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Marsha! |
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Drive, Dean! It’s a romance! |
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Well now hold on… |
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It doesn’t involve us! |
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Screw that! Let’s see if we can get back on track. |
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Oh, John! |
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Oh, Marsha! |
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Slow down, I see another sign |
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I don’t know Sammy… that road looks familiar… |
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It does kind of remind me of Bloody Mary… |
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Only I use wifi instead of mirrors! Boo! |
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Possessed wifi router… can that be sold? |
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Not risking it! *shoot* |
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Blargh! I’m dead(er)! |
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*driving away* I can’t shake the feeling we’re not accomplishing anything, Sam. |
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Oh no… I’m not… feeling well. |
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Sammy! What’s wrong? |
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Something’s wrong, Dean. |
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No! Not you too! |
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I’ll take one! |
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That’s it! We’re going to go and get Cain right now and have him fix this! |
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Are you sure we can get him? |
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Of course. Psych is off the air now. |
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What? Awww, that was my favorite TV show about two charming, handsome male companions who went around solving the unsolvable using the skills their father taught them. |
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What about the Good Guys? |
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It only lasted one season, Dean. |
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What? Those bastards! |
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Hey, isn’t Cain busy with that knight Galavant or something? |
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He should be done now. . . . Hey what do you think about doing a musical number? |
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Again? Could we get Weird Al? |
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Let’s ask Cain! |
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TO BE CONTINUED… |
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