Sam: When Max locked me in that closet, that big cabinet against the door, I moved it.
Dean: te have a little bit più upper body strength than I give te credit for!
Sam: Well, I'll tell te one thing. We're lucky we had Dad.
Dean: I never thought I'd hear te say that.
Dean: I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go.
Sam: Where?
Dean: Vegas. What? Come on man! Craps table? We'd clean up!
Sam: Well, don't look at me like that.
Dean: I'm not looking at te like anything...but I do gotta say te look like crap.
Sam: Nice...thanks.
Sam: te can't tell me this doesn't freak te out.
Dean: This doesn't freak me out.
Sam: Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people.
Dean: What's that?
Sam: Both our families are cursed.
Dean: Our family's not cursed…we've just had our dark spots.
Sam:Our dark spots are pretty dark.
Dean: You're...dark
Max: All these people kept coming with, like casserole. I finally had to tell them all to go away. Because nothing says "sorry" like a tuna casserole.
Dean: te have something Max didn't.
Sam: What, te mean Dad? 'Cause he's not here Dean.
Dean: No, me.
Sam: We're not gonna kill Max.
Dean: Then what? I hand him over to the cops and say "Lock him up officer he kills with the power of his mind"?!
Dean: te have a little bit più upper body strength than I give te credit for!
Sam: Well, I'll tell te one thing. We're lucky we had Dad.
Dean: I never thought I'd hear te say that.
Dean: I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go.
Sam: Where?
Dean: Vegas. What? Come on man! Craps table? We'd clean up!
Sam: Well, don't look at me like that.
Dean: I'm not looking at te like anything...but I do gotta say te look like crap.
Sam: Nice...thanks.
Sam: te can't tell me this doesn't freak te out.
Dean: This doesn't freak me out.
Sam: Well, I know one thing I have in common with these people.
Dean: What's that?
Sam: Both our families are cursed.
Dean: Our family's not cursed…we've just had our dark spots.
Sam:Our dark spots are pretty dark.
Dean: You're...dark
Max: All these people kept coming with, like casserole. I finally had to tell them all to go away. Because nothing says "sorry" like a tuna casserole.
Dean: te have something Max didn't.
Sam: What, te mean Dad? 'Cause he's not here Dean.
Dean: No, me.
Sam: We're not gonna kill Max.
Dean: Then what? I hand him over to the cops and say "Lock him up officer he kills with the power of his mind"?!