
Sam and I have discussed this thoroughly.
We are becoming hunters.
And Winchesters.
So, if we suddenly disappear in a '67 Chevy one day, there's no need to worry.
We'll just be kicking some demon ass.

We’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.
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will you pick me up when you go through st. louis?
Yes, but at your own risk. We're gonna be saving the world baby cakes.
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