Sam: Oh, no sir. We’re Environmental Study Majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper.
Dean: Recycle, man.
Ranger Wilkinson : Bull.
Sam: So, Black Water Ridge is pretty remote. It’s cut off por these canyons, here. The rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and oro mines all over the place.
Dean: Dude, check out the size of this frigin’ bear.
Sam: And a dozen o más grizzlies in the area. It’s no nature hike, that’s for sure
Sam: We cannot let that Hailey girl go out there.
Dean: Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not just gonna sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator-friend.
Sam: Finding Dad's not enough? (slams trunk) Now we gotta babysit too?
Sam: So, we got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one, wanna kill this evil son of a bitch.
Dean: Well hell, tu know I'm in!
Dean: Since when are tu all shoot first, ask preguntas later, anyway?
Sam: Since now.
Haley: tu didn't pack any provisions. tu guys are carrying a duffle bag. You're not rangers, so who the hell are you?
Dean: Sam and I are brothers, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that tu and me, we're in the same boat.
Haley: Why didn't tu just tell me that from the start?
Dean: I'm telling tu now. Besides, that's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. Ever. So we okay?
Haley: Yeah, okay.
Dean: And what do tu mean I didn't pack provisions? (pulls out maní, cacahuete M&Ms and walks away)
(playing a video game)
Brad: Dude, you're cheating.
Gary: Nope, tu just suck.
Sam: We never should have let tu come out here in the first place, alright? I’m trying to protect you.
Roy: tu protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still besar tu goodnight.
Sam: Yeah? It’s a damn near perfect hunter, and it’s gonna hunt tu down and eat tu alive unless we get your stupid, sorry culo out of here.
Roy: (laughs) tu know you’re crazy, right?
Dean: tu okay?
Sam: Yeah, I'm fine.
Dean: Another nightmare?
(Sam clears throat)
Dean: tu wanna drive for a while?
Sam: Dean, your whole life tu never once asked me that.
Dean: (to Sam) I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. tu know, saving people, hunting things... The family business.
Hailey: And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?
Dean: Sweetheart, I don't do shorts.
Dean: And what do tu mean I didn't pack provisions? (Pulls out a bag of M&Ms)
Dean: tu wanna tell me what's goin' on in that freaky head of yours?
Sam: Dean...
Dean: No, you're not fine, you're like a powder keg, man, it's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember?
Dean: This is why. (Holds up their dad's journal) This book. This is Dad's single most valuable possession. 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.
Sam: That makes no sense. Why, why doesn't he just call us? Why doesn't he tell us what he wants; tell us where he is?
Dean: I dunno. But the way I see it, Dad's dado us a job to do and I intend to do it.
Sam: Dean, no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about.
Dean: Ok, alright, 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.
Sam: How do tu do it? How does Dad do it?
Dean: Well, for one... them. (Looks over at Hailey and her brother) I mean, I figure our family's so screwed to hell; maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little más bearable. I'll tell tu what else helps: Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.
Dean: Chow time, tu freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on baby, I taste gooood!
Dean: Hey! Hey, tu want some white meat, bitch!? I'm right here!
