"Red Sky at Morning"
Original Airdate: November 8, 2007
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DEAN: So, I've been waiting since Maple Springs. Have you got something to tell me?
SAM: It's not your birthday.
DEAN: No.
SAM: Happy Purim? Dude, I don't know. I have no idea what you're talking about -
DEAN: There's a bullet missing from the Colt. Do you want to tell me how that happened? I know it wasn't me. So unless you were shooting at some incredibly evil cans...you went after her, didn't you? The Crossroads Demon. After I told you not to.
SAM: Yeah, well...
DEAN: You could have gotten yourself killed!
SAM: I didn't.
DEAN: And you shot her.
SAM: She was a smartass.
DEAN: So, what? Does that mean I'm out of my deal?
SAM: Don't you think I might have mentioned that little fact, Dean? No. Someone else holds the contract.
DEAN: Who?
Sam: She wouldn't say.
DEAN: Well, we should find out who. Of course, our best lead would be the crossroads demon. Oh, wait a minute...
SAM: That's not funny.
DEAN: No, it's not! It was a stupid freaking risk, and you shouldn't have done it.
SAM: I shouldn't have done it? You're my brother, Dean. And no matter what you do, I'm gonna try and save you. And I'm sure as hell not gonna apologize for it, all right?
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DEAN: What a crazy, old broad.
SAM: Why? Because she believes in ghosts?
DEAN: Look at you. Sticking up for your girlfriend. You cougar hound.
SAM: Bite me.
DEAN: Not if she bites you first. So, who's this Alex? We got another player in town?
SAM: Maybe, maybe not. Doesn't change our job.
DEAN: And we’re thinking ghost ship, right?
SAM: It's not the first one sighted around here, either.
DEAN: Really?
SAM: Yeah. Every 37 years, like clockwork, reports of a vanishing three-mast clipper ship out in the bay. And every 37 years, a rash of weirdo, dry-land drownings.
DEAN: So, whatever's happening is just getting started.
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN: What's the lore?
SAM: Well, there are apparitions of old wrecks sighted all over the world. The S.S. Violet, the Griffin, the Flying Dutchman. Almost all of them are death omens.
DEAN: So, what happens, you see the ship and then a few hours later, you pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye?
SAM: Basically.
DEAN: What's the next step?
SAM: I gotta I.D. the boat.
DEAN: That shouldn't be too hard. I mean, how many three-mast clipper ships have wrecked off the coast?
SAM: I checked that too, actually. Over 150.
DEAN: Wow.
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN: Crap. This is where we parked the car, right?
SAM: I thought so.
DEAN: Where's my car?
SAM: Did you feed the meter?
DEAN: Yes, I fed the meter. Sam, where's my car? Somebody stole my car!
SAM: Calm down.
DEAN: I am calmed down! Somebody stole my car!
SAM: Oh, my god. Take it easy.
BELA: The '67 Impala? Was that yours?
SAM: Bela.
BELA: I'm sorry. I had that car towed.
DEAN: You what?!
BELA: Well, it was in a tow-away zone.
DEAN: No, it wasn't!
BELA: It was when I finished with it.
DEAN: What the hell are you even doing here?
BELA: A little yachting.
SAM: You're Alex. You're working with that old lady.
BELA: Gert's a dear old friend.
DEAN: Yeah, right. What's your angle?
BELA: There's no angle. There's a lot of lovely old women like Gert up and down the eastern seaboard. I sell them charms, perform séances so they can commune with their dead cats.
DEAN: And let me guess, it's all a con, none of it’s real.
Bela: The comfort I provide them is very real.
SAM: How do you sleep at night?
BELA: On silk sheets, rolling naked in money. Really, Sam, I'd expect the attitude from him. But you?
SAM: You shot me.
BELA: I barely grazed you. Cute. But a bit of a drama queen, yeah?
DEAN: You do know what's going on around here. This ghost-ship thing, it is real.
BELA: I'm aware. Thanks for telling Gert the case wasn't solved by the way.
DEAN: It isn't.
BELA: She didn't know that. Now the old bag's stopped payment and she's demanding some real answers. Look...just stay out of my way before you cause any more trouble. And I'd get to that car if I were you...before they find the arsenal in the trunk. Ciao.
DEAN: Can I shoot her?
SAM: Not in public.
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DEAN: Do you want to say it, or should I?
SAM: What?
DEAN: You can't save everybody, Sam.
SAM: Yeah, right. so - so, what? You feel better now or what?
DEAN: No. Not really.
SAM: Me neither.
DEAN: You got to under -
SAM: It's just lately I feel like I can't save anybody.
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SAM: Seriously? Atlantic City?
DEAN: Hell yeah. Play some roulette. Always bet on black. Hey, listen, I've been doing some thinking. And, um, I want you to know I understand why you did it. I understand why you went after the crossroads demon. You know, if the situation was reversed, I guess I'd have done the same thing. I mean, I'm not blind. I see what you're going through with this whole deal. Me going away and all that. But you're gonna be okay.
SAM: You think so.
DEAN: Yeah. You'll keep hunting. You know, you'll live your life. You're stronger than me. You are. You are. You'll get over it. But I want you to know I'm sorry. I'm sorry for putting you through all this.
SAM: You know what, Dean? Go screw yourself.
DEAN: What?
SAM: I don't want an apology from you. And by the way, I'm a big boy now. I can take care of myself.
DEAN: Oh, well, excuse me.
SAM: So would you please quit worrying about me? That's the whole problem in the first place! I don't want you to worry about me, Dean. I want you to worry about you. I want you to give a crap that you're dying! So, that's it? Nothing else to say for you?
DEAN: I think maybe I'll play craps.
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