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| Lucifero: Oh, Sam! Pay attention to me. I'm bored. xD
Sam: Black Sabbath, Metallica...Questa roba andava ai tempi di mio nonno. Dean: Rassegnati Sammy. Chi guida sceglie la musica e il saputello chiude la bocca. xD
Sam: Un cacciatore arriva in città, uccide il mostro, salva la ragazza e talvolta...lei è riconoscente. Dean: Non voglio pensare a papà che fa sesso. Smettila. Sam: Può essere che sia successo senza volere. (Per la serie, rincariamo la dose) Dean: Finiscila.
(Ok, è in inglese. Solo perchè in lingua originale, è più...ecco, come dire...più! xD) Sam: Dean? What's going on? Dean: I'm in. Sam: In with...? Dean: The whole "up with satan" thing. I'm on board. Sam: You're gonna let me say yes? Dean: No. That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown -- well, overgrown -- man. If this is what you want, I'll back your play. Sam: That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say. Dean: Might be. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got. I mean, truth is... You know, watching out for you... It's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's... It's kinda who I am. You're not a kid anymore, sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But... But I do know that if anybody can do it... It's you. Sam: Thank you.
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