My goal is to post a title cap each day until I catch up to Season 7 and then it'll be weekly. Each cap has been given the same effect in Picnik, which I think provides a nice gritty, cinematic feel.
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DEAN: "What? You gotta ask? Right, yes, you do have to ask."
SAM: "Look, I’m sorry, but this is all a big joke, right, and we’re not actually taking this UFO crap seriously?"
DEAN: "No, man. ET is made of rubber. Everybody knows that. But there are four legitimate vanishings in this town. Something’s going on. And Sam? By the way, it’s not the lady’s fault that she took the brown acid."
SAM: "Yeah! So?"
DEAN: "Empathy, man. Empathy. I mean, the old Sam would have given her some, some wussified, dew-eyed crap."
SAM: "Old Sam had a soul—was a soul. Whatever."
DEAN: "Right! Yes, and, and, but you don’t—aren’t. Whatever."
DEAN: "Right. You don’t care."
DEAN: "You have to care!"
SAM: "About what, exactly?"
DEAN: "About everything, man! About being human at least."
SAM: "Look, Dean. You obviously care. A lot. And that’s great. But I can’t care about what—I can’t care about it, you know? What do you want me to do, fake it?"
DEAN: "Yes. Absolutely. Fake it. Fake it till you make it."
SAM: "What happened to you wanting me to be all honest?"
DEAN: "Hey, you wanna be a real boy, Pinnochio, you gotta act the part."
SAM: "I was faking it Dean! Ever since we got back on the road together, I was picking every freaking word. It’s exhausting."
DEAN: "Okay. All Right. But until we get you back on the soul train, I’ll be your conscience, okay?"
SAM: "So you’re saying you’ll be my… Jiminy Cricket."
DEAN: "Shut up. But yeah, you freaking puppet. That’s exactly what I’m saying."