Jefferson City, Misouri
Wr. Eric Kripke
Dr. Kim Manners
_Here you go.
_What is this, holy water?
_That one is. This is whiskey.
_No more crap, okay? I want the Colt, Sam.
Did you really think I wouldn´t find you?
_Actually, we were counting on it. Gotcha.
_Where´s our father, Meg?
_You didn´t ask very nice.
_Where´s our father, bitch?
_Jezz, you kiss your mother with that mouth?
_Give me the gun. What are you doing?
_He´d be furious.
_What?
_That I wasted a bullet. He wouldn´t be proud of me. He´d tear me a new one. You´re not my dad.
_Dean, it´s me.
_I know my dad better than anyone. You ain´t him.
_What´s gotten into you?
_I could ask you the same thing. Stay back.
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