Roy: You're rangers?
Dean Winchester: That's right.
Haley Collins: And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?
Dean Winchester: Oh sweetheart, I don't do shorts.
Dean Winchester: Man, I hate camping.
Sam Winchester: Me too.
Dean Winchester: tu okay?
Sam Winchester: Yeah, I'm fine.
Dean Winchester: Another nightmare?
Sam clears his throat but doesnt answer
Dean Winchester: tu wanna drive for a while?
Sam Winchester: Dean, your whole life tu never once asked me that.
Sam Winchester: How do tu do it? How does Dad do it?
Dean Winchester: Well for one, them. I mean, our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit más bearable. And I tell tu what else helps. Killing as many evil sons-of-bitches as I possibly can.
Dean Winchester: tu want some white meat, bitch? I'm right here!
Dean Winchester: Sam, tu know we're going to find dad, right?
Sam Winchester: Yeah. But in the mean time. I'm driving.
Dean Winchester: Since when are tu all shoot first, ask preguntas later, anyway?
Sam Winchester: Since now.
Dean Winchester: What are we going to tell her? She can't go into the woods because of a big, scary monster?
Dean Winchester: Tell me, Bambi o Yogi ever hunt tu back?
Sam Winchester: Why are we even still here?
Dean Winchester: [pulls out John's journal] This is why. This book. This is dad's single most valuable pocession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. tu know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.
Night time: Dean walks over to Sam who is sitting alone on the edge of the campsite and kneels down siguiente to him
Dean Winchester: tu wanna tell me what's goin on in that freaky head of yours?
Sam Winchester: Dean...
Dean Winchester: No you're not fine, you're like a powder barrilete, barril de cerveza man it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?...
Sam Winchester: I gotta find dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about.
Dean Winchester: Ok, all right, Sam. We'll find them, I promise. Listen to me, you've gotta prepare yourself. I mean this buscar could take a while, and all that anger, tu can't keep it burning over the long haul, it's gonna kill you. tu gotta have patience, man...
Dean has been taken por the Wendigo and Sam finds a trail of maní, cacahuete M&M's on the ground that Dean had brought with him
Sam Winchester: [laughs] It's better than pan de molde, pan crumbs.
Dean Winchester: pistolas are useless, so are knives. Basically we gotta torch the sucker.
Haley Collins: So, really, I don't know how to thank you.
Dean smirks
Haley Collins: Must tu cheapen the moment?
Dean Winchester: Yeah!
Haley Collins: How do tu know about this stuff?
Dean Winchester: It kinda runs in the family.
Dean Winchester: But the way I see it, Dad's dado us a job to do and I intend to do it.
Dean Winchester: Dude, check out the size of this friggin' bear.
Sam Winchester: I don't know about you, but I am ready to kill this evil son of a bitch.
Dean Winchester: [lightly mortified at Sam's choice of words] Well, hell tu know I'm in!
Haley Collins: Why didn't tu just tell me that from the start?
Dean Winchester: I'm telling tu now. Besides, it's probably the most honest I've been with a woman. Ever. Are we okay?
Haley Collins: Yeah, okay.
Dean Winchester: What do tu mean I didn't pack provisions?
Pulls out a huge bag of M&Ms and starts eating as he walks away.
Dean Winchester: That's right.
Haley Collins: And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?
Dean Winchester: Oh sweetheart, I don't do shorts.
Dean Winchester: Man, I hate camping.
Sam Winchester: Me too.
Dean Winchester: tu okay?
Sam Winchester: Yeah, I'm fine.
Dean Winchester: Another nightmare?
Sam clears his throat but doesnt answer
Dean Winchester: tu wanna drive for a while?
Sam Winchester: Dean, your whole life tu never once asked me that.
Sam Winchester: How do tu do it? How does Dad do it?
Dean Winchester: Well for one, them. I mean, our family's so screwed to hell, maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little bit más bearable. And I tell tu what else helps. Killing as many evil sons-of-bitches as I possibly can.
Dean Winchester: tu want some white meat, bitch? I'm right here!
Dean Winchester: Sam, tu know we're going to find dad, right?
Sam Winchester: Yeah. But in the mean time. I'm driving.
Dean Winchester: Since when are tu all shoot first, ask preguntas later, anyway?
Sam Winchester: Since now.
Dean Winchester: What are we going to tell her? She can't go into the woods because of a big, scary monster?
Dean Winchester: Tell me, Bambi o Yogi ever hunt tu back?
Sam Winchester: Why are we even still here?
Dean Winchester: [pulls out John's journal] This is why. This book. This is dad's single most valuable pocession. Everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us. I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. tu know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.
Night time: Dean walks over to Sam who is sitting alone on the edge of the campsite and kneels down siguiente to him
Dean Winchester: tu wanna tell me what's goin on in that freaky head of yours?
Sam Winchester: Dean...
Dean Winchester: No you're not fine, you're like a powder barrilete, barril de cerveza man it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?...
Sam Winchester: I gotta find dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about.
Dean Winchester: Ok, all right, Sam. We'll find them, I promise. Listen to me, you've gotta prepare yourself. I mean this buscar could take a while, and all that anger, tu can't keep it burning over the long haul, it's gonna kill you. tu gotta have patience, man...
Dean has been taken por the Wendigo and Sam finds a trail of maní, cacahuete M&M's on the ground that Dean had brought with him
Sam Winchester: [laughs] It's better than pan de molde, pan crumbs.
Dean Winchester: pistolas are useless, so are knives. Basically we gotta torch the sucker.
Haley Collins: So, really, I don't know how to thank you.
Dean smirks
Haley Collins: Must tu cheapen the moment?
Dean Winchester: Yeah!
Haley Collins: How do tu know about this stuff?
Dean Winchester: It kinda runs in the family.
Dean Winchester: But the way I see it, Dad's dado us a job to do and I intend to do it.
Dean Winchester: Dude, check out the size of this friggin' bear.
Sam Winchester: I don't know about you, but I am ready to kill this evil son of a bitch.
Dean Winchester: [lightly mortified at Sam's choice of words] Well, hell tu know I'm in!
Haley Collins: Why didn't tu just tell me that from the start?
Dean Winchester: I'm telling tu now. Besides, it's probably the most honest I've been with a woman. Ever. Are we okay?
Haley Collins: Yeah, okay.
Dean Winchester: What do tu mean I didn't pack provisions?
Pulls out a huge bag of M&Ms and starts eating as he walks away.