Supernatural: (7x13) The Slice Girls
February 8th 2012 18:20
Dean meets an intriguing woman at a bar while investigating attacks where the victims were branded with a strange symbol after their hands and feet were cut off. - The CW
SAM: You know, most people would just carry a – a photo or something for a momento.
DEAN: Shut up, man. I’m – I’m – I’m honoring the guy, all right? This is, uh, grief therapy, kind of like you and your wild-goose chase.
SAM: Wild-goose chase?
DEAN: Yeah.
DEAN: Yeah, well, some guy with a foot fetish run amuck.
~*~*~
FORENSICS OFFICER: The latest, but probably not the last. You guys always work this late?
DEAN: Ugh, hours suck. But, uh, great benefits package.
FORENSICS OFFICER: Oh yeah?
DEAN: Yeah. 10% co-pay on all drugs.
FORENSICS OFFICER: Seriously?
(Dean nods)
FORENSICS OFFICER: Oh, but just generic, right?
DEAN: No, no. Name brands are cool.
~*~*~
SAM: Yeah, uh, “didn’t match anything human” usually seals the deal for me.
~*~*~
SAM: Let’s get a bite to eat, go back to the motel, haul out the laptop.
DEAN: That’s a great idea. Actually, that’s a brilliant idea. Here’s my counter. You do that, I’ll go undercover, go mingle amongst the locals and see, uh, what kind of clues bubble to the surface.
SAM: You’re going to a bar.
DEAN: Wow. If you want to oversimplify it.
~*~*~
WOMAN: Uh, dinner and a movie, which sounded fine, except the movie was “Human Centipede.”
~*~*~
DEAN
id you, uh, figure out that symbol?SAM: No. Um, we're gonna need an expert.
DEAN: Expert? Our expert's dead.
~*~*~
DEAN: Well, nice decor. Very early slaughterhouse.
~*~*~
DEAN: Yeah, but we're not thinking it's the wife.
SAM: Not unless she benches 350 and did the other guys as a warm-up.
~*~*~
SAM: Professor Morrison, we're hoping you can tell us what the symbol means.
PROFESSOR: Ah, maybe.
SAM: Maybe?
PROFESSOR: It's possible I could, even likely. Is the FBI offering suitable remuneration?
SAM: The respect of a grateful nation.
DEAN: And a good word with the I.R.S.
PROFESSOR: Ah. Well, it appears quite ancient.
DEAN: Well, that narrows it down.
PROFESSOR: A corrupted version of symbology associated with worship. Definitely an obscure regional script. Oh, this will require some research.
SAM: All right. Great. Well, uh, I guess we'll be seeing you tomorrow.
PROFESSOR: Tomorrow? [laughs] I've spent entire sabbaticals on a project like this.
DEAN: Professor! We have a serial killer on our hands.
SAM: Your government needs you, sir.
PROFESSOR: Gentlemen. My housekeeper needs a green card.
~*~*~
DEAN: No, I'm telling you. I have been eating at the buffet of strange all afternoon.
~*~*~
DEAN: Then, all of a sudden, boom – baby.
SAM: Yeah, the one you thought talked.
DEAN: Oh, it talked. And not baby talk, either.
SAM: Now you know so much about child development?
DEAN: I know enough to know that they don't say, "Hey, Mom. Who's that guy?"
~*~*~
PROFESSOR: It's a variation of a symbol associated with the Greek Pantheon, the temple of the goddess Harmonia. According to myth, the coupling of Harmonia and Ares, the God of war, produced the Amazons.
SAM: The Amazons?
DEAN: Like Wonder Woman?
PROFESSOR: No, like – like a tribe of warriors. They actually existed. The comic books – they're just silly perversions.
~*~*~
DEAN: I know Bobby's got a Grecian encyclopedia of weird in here. I saw it last time I was looking through this stupid... Would it kill him to have a system?
SAM: He has a system. His files are set up like his brain.
~*~*~
DEAN: Sam.
SAM: Yeah.
DEAN: These papers just moved.
SAM: What?
DEAN: I didn't touch them.
SAM: (gets out EMF reader) It's all over the place. (walks to bed) Redline. Redline. (to window) Oh, and... power lines by the open window, where there's a breeze...(turns of EMF) that could have moved the papers.
DEAN: Did you feel a breeze?
SAM: It doesn't matter, Dean. The readings are useless.
DEAN: Hey. Maybe, uh... (holds up Bobby's flask)
SAM: We burned him, Dean.
DEAN: So what?
SAM: So, what are you suggesting?
DEAN: I don't know. What are you?
SAM: Concentrate on something else.
DEAN: Why?
SAM: Because it's [raising his voice and stepping close to DEAN] not Bobby!
DEAN: Could be.
SAM: No, it couldn't be.
DEAN: Why not?
SAM: Because we want it to be!
~*~*~
DEAN: Maybe it's useful.
SAM: It's in a pile of "maybe it's useful." Besides, it's in Greek. Nobody reads Greek.
DEAN: Yeah, except Greeks. Oh, and Bobby.
~*~*~
DEAN: (looking in refrigerator) We got cheese and a leftover burrito.
~*~*~
SAM: You know what? Bobby was right. Your head's not in it, man. When Cas died, you were wobbly, but now...
DEAN: Now what? Oh, what, you're dealing with it so perfect? Yeah, news flash, pal – you're just as screwed up as I am! You're just... bigger.
SAM: What?!
DEAN: I don't know.
SAM: Look... Dean, the thing is, tonight... It almost got you killed. Now, I don't care how you deal. I really, really don't. But just don't – don't get killed.
DEAN: I'll do what I can.
SAM: Well, what's that supposed to mean?
DEAN: It means I'll do what I can. All right? You can shut up about it.
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