Dean: wewe know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while. That's fun.
Andrea: Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.
Sam: “Kids are the best”? wewe don't even like kids.
Dean: I upendo kids.
Sam: Name three children that wewe even know.(Dean thinks and Sam begins to walk away. Dean scratches his head)
Dean: I'm thinking!
Dean: So crayons is zaidi your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists. Hey, these are pretty good. wewe mind if I sit and draw with wewe for a while? I'm not so bad myself. wewe know, I think wewe can hear me, wewe just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how wewe feel. When I was your age, I saw something...anyway...well, maybe wewe don't think anyone will listen to you, au uh...or believe you. I want wewe to know that I will. wewe don't even have to say anything, wewe could draw me a picture about what wewe saw that siku with your dad on the lake.
Lucas:continues drawing
Dean: Okay, no problem. This is for wewe (Hands Lucas the picture he drew) This is my family. (Points to the people he drew) That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me. Alright, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see wewe around, Lucas.
Dean:You're scared. It's okay, I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom - I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe...your dad wants wewe to be brave, too.
Dean: Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart.
Sam: wewe know, um...what wewe alisema about mom...you never told me that before.
Dean: It's no big deal...Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug au anything, are we?
Dean: Alright, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want wewe to repeat it one zaidi time.
Lucas: Zeppelin rules!
Dean: That's right. Up high. wewe take care of your mom, okay?
Lucas: Alright.
Dean: wewe and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago. That’s what the hell we’re talking about. And now you’ve got one seriously pissed off spirit.
Sam: It’s gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone wewe love. It’s gonna drown them and it’s gonna drag their body god knows where. So wewe can feel the same pain Peter’s mom felt. And then after, it’s gonna take you, and it’s not going to stop until it does.
Sheriff Devins: Yeah, and how do wewe know that?
Sam: Because that’s exactly what it did to Bill Carlton.
Sheriff Devins: Listen to yourselves, both of you. You’re insane.
Dean: I don’t really give a rat’s punda what wewe think of us
Sam: People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them.
Sam: See this church? I bet there is less than a thousand of those around here.
Dean: Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart
Dean: Oh god, we’re not going to have to hug au anything, are we?
Dean: I just don't want to leave this town until I know that the kid is okay.
Sam: Who are you? And what have wewe done with my brother?
Sheriff Devins: au we have a couple of options here. I can arrest wewe for impersonating government officials and hold wewe as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. au we can chalk this all up to a bad day, wewe get into your car, wewe put this town in your rearview mirror, and wewe don't ever darken my doorstep again.
Sam: Door #2 sounds good.
Sheriff Devins: That's the one I'd pick.
Andrea: Must be hard with your sense of direction. Never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.
Sam: “Kids are the best”? wewe don't even like kids.
Dean: I upendo kids.
Sam: Name three children that wewe even know.(Dean thinks and Sam begins to walk away. Dean scratches his head)
Dean: I'm thinking!
Dean: So crayons is zaidi your thing? That's cool. Chicks dig artists. Hey, these are pretty good. wewe mind if I sit and draw with wewe for a while? I'm not so bad myself. wewe know, I think wewe can hear me, wewe just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how wewe feel. When I was your age, I saw something...anyway...well, maybe wewe don't think anyone will listen to you, au uh...or believe you. I want wewe to know that I will. wewe don't even have to say anything, wewe could draw me a picture about what wewe saw that siku with your dad on the lake.
Lucas:continues drawing
Dean: Okay, no problem. This is for wewe (Hands Lucas the picture he drew) This is my family. (Points to the people he drew) That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me. Alright, so I'm a sucky artist. I'll see wewe around, Lucas.
Dean:You're scared. It's okay, I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom - I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe...your dad wants wewe to be brave, too.
Dean: Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart.
Sam: wewe know, um...what wewe alisema about mom...you never told me that before.
Dean: It's no big deal...Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug au anything, are we?
Dean: Alright, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want wewe to repeat it one zaidi time.
Lucas: Zeppelin rules!
Dean: That's right. Up high. wewe take care of your mom, okay?
Lucas: Alright.
Dean: wewe and Bill killed Peter Sweeney 35 years ago. That’s what the hell we’re talking about. And now you’ve got one seriously pissed off spirit.
Sam: It’s gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone wewe love. It’s gonna drown them and it’s gonna drag their body god knows where. So wewe can feel the same pain Peter’s mom felt. And then after, it’s gonna take you, and it’s not going to stop until it does.
Sheriff Devins: Yeah, and how do wewe know that?
Sam: Because that’s exactly what it did to Bill Carlton.
Sheriff Devins: Listen to yourselves, both of you. You’re insane.
Dean: I don’t really give a rat’s punda what wewe think of us
Sam: People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them.
Sam: See this church? I bet there is less than a thousand of those around here.
Dean: Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart
Dean: Oh god, we’re not going to have to hug au anything, are we?
Dean: I just don't want to leave this town until I know that the kid is okay.
Sam: Who are you? And what have wewe done with my brother?
Sheriff Devins: au we have a couple of options here. I can arrest wewe for impersonating government officials and hold wewe as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. au we can chalk this all up to a bad day, wewe get into your car, wewe put this town in your rearview mirror, and wewe don't ever darken my doorstep again.
Sam: Door #2 sounds good.
Sheriff Devins: That's the one I'd pick.
“If I have to die, so will you” Zoey said.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the moto out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let wewe go”
“He’ll kill wewe either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t upendo me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he alisema hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If wewe really upendo him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the moto out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let wewe go”
“He’ll kill wewe either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t upendo me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he alisema hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If wewe really upendo him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.