203: Bloodlust

[tahirire]

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[wynefred]

Sam: Dean, get me a bucket?
Dean: You find something?
Sam: No, I'm going to puke.

[wynefred]

Sam: So, we're looking for some people.
Bartender: Sure. Hard to be lonely.

[wynefred]

Gordon: Sam and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot -
Dean: You seem to know a lot about our family.
Gordon: Word travels fast. You know how hunters talk.

[wynefred]

Dean: We could help.
Gordon: Thanks, but uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy.

[wynefred]

Dean: I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, I'm sixteen years old. Most kids my age are worried about pimples, prom dates. I'm seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of.