Dean Winchester: Well, I'll say it again. Demons I get. People are crazy.
Mrs. McKay: Tell the officers what you were watching on TV.
Evan McKay: Godzilla Vs. Mothra.
Dean Winchester: That's my favorite Godzilla movie. It's so much better than the original, huh?
Evan McKay: Totally.
Dean Winchester: Yeah.
[He nods towards Sam]
Dean Winchester: He likes the remake.
Evan McKay: Yuck.
Sam Winchester: I saw a motel about five miles back...
Dean Winchester: Whoa, whoa, easy. Let's have another round!
Sam Winchester: We should get an early start.
Dean Winchester: Man, you really know how to have fun, don't you Grandma.
Pa Bender: Only reason I don't let my boys take you right here and now is that there's somethin' I need to know...
Dean Winchester: Yeah, how 'bout it's not nice to marry your sister.
Pa Bender: Tell me. Any other cops gonna come lookin' for you?
Dean Winchester: Oh eat me. No no no wait, wait, wait, you actually *might*.
[Sam has been taken; Dean goes to the police]
Officer Kathleen: What's his name?
Dean Winchester: Winchester. Sam Winchester.
Officer Kathleen: Like the rifle?
Dean Winchester: Like the rifle.
Dean Winchester: Never do that again.
Sam Winchester: Do what?
Dean Winchester: Go missing like that.
Sam Winchester: You were worried about me.
Dean Winchester: All I'm saying is you vanish like that again, I'm not looking for ya.
Sam Winchester: Sure you won't.
Dean Winchester: I'm not.
Sam Winchester: So, you got sidelined by a thirteen-year-old girl, huh?
Dean Winchester: Oh, shut up.
Sam Winchester: Just saying getting rusty there, kiddo.
Dean Winchester: Shut up!
Dean Winchester: [finding Sam and Kathleen in cages] Sam? Are you hurt?
Sam Winchester: No.
Dean Winchester: Damn it's good to see you.
Officer Kathleen: How did you get out of the cuffs?
Dean Winchester: Oh I know a trick or two.
[checking the cage door]
Dean Winchester: Oh. These locks look like they're gonna be a bitch.
Sam Winchester: [pointing] Well there's some kind of automatic control, right there.
Dean Winchester: Have you seen 'em?
Sam Winchester: Yeah. Dude, they're just people.
Dean Winchester: And they jumped you? Must be getting a little rusty there, kiddo.
Officer Kathleen: So, State Police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They're gonna want to talk to you. I suggest that you're both long gone by then.
Dean Winchester: Thanks. Hey listen, I don't mean to press our luck, but we're kinda in the middle of nowhere. Think we could catch a ride?
Officer Kathleen: Start walking. Duck if you see a squad car.
Sam Winchester: Sounds great to me, thanks.
Dean Winchester: Listen, um. I'm sorry about your brother.
Officer Kathleen: Thank you. It was really hard not knowing what happened to him; I thought it would be easier, once I knew the truth. But... it isn't, really. Anyway, you should go.
[they start walking]
[they find a dirt road leading into the woods]
Officer Kathleen: Hey. You're a civilian. And a felon, I think. I'm not taking you with me.
Dean Winchester: You're not goin' without me.
Officer Kathleen: [sighs] All right. You *promise* you won't get involved. You let me handle it.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, I promise.
Officer Kathleen: Shake on it.
[Dean shakes her hand; she slaps her cuffs on his wrist]
Dean Winchester: Aw come on.
[she cuffs him to the car]
Dean Winchester: This is ridiculous. Kathleen, I really think you're gonna need my help!
Officer Kathleen: I'll manage, thank you.
[she locks the car and leaves; Dean jerks ineffectually at the handcuffs]
Dean Winchester: I gotta start carrying paperclips.
Pa Bender: We give 'em a weapon. Give 'em a fightin' chance. It's kinda like, our tradition, passed down, father to son. 'Course, only one or two a year. Never enough to bring the law down, we never been that sloppy.
Dean Winchester: Oh. Yeah, well, don't sell yourself short, you're plenty sloppy.
Dean Winchester: These locks look like they're gonna be a bitch.
Dean Winchester: If you hurt my brother I'll kill you I swear! I'll kill you all. I will kill you ALL!
Lee Bender: C'mon. Let us hunt 'im.
Jared Bender: Yeah, this one's a fighter. Sure would be fun to hunt.
Dean Winchester: Oh you gotta be kiddin' me. That's what this is about, you, you yahoos hunt people?
Pa Bender: You ever killed before?
Dean Winchester: What? Huh. Well, depends on what you mean.
Pa Bender: I've hunted all my life. Jus' like my father and his before him. I've hunted deer, and bear, I even got a cougar once. Ho boy. But the best hunt... is human. Oh, there's nothin' like it. Holdin' their life in your hands. Seein' the fear in their eyes just before they go dark. Makes you feel powerful alive.
Dean Winchester: You're a sick puppy.
Dean Winchester: Look, look, look. You wanna arrest me that's fine. I'll cooperate I swear. But first, please, let me find Sam.
Officer Kathleen: I don't even know who you are. Or if this Sam person is missing.
Dean Winchester: Look into my eyes, and tell me if I'm lyin' about this.
Officer Kathleen: Identity theft? You're impersonating an officer!
Dean Winchester: Here's the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, I've felt responsible for him. You know, like it's my job to keep him safe. I'm just afraid if we don't find him fast...
[His voice breaks a little]
Dean Winchester: Please... He's my family.
Officer Kathleen: I'm sorry. You've given me no choice. I have to take you in.
[she turns away, her eyes land on a picture of herself with her brother]
Officer Kathleen: After we find Sam Winchester.
Dean Winchester: Could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn't our kinda gig.
Sam Winchester: Yeah maybe not. Except for this. Dad marked the area, Dean. Possible hunting grounds for a phantom attacker.
Dean Winchester: Why would he even do that?
Sam Winchester: Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night, grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too: this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state.
Dean Winchester: That is weird.
Sam Winchester: Yeah.
Dean Winchester: Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot.
Sam Winchester: Well there are all kinds, you know: Spring-heeled Jacks, Phantom Gassers, they, they take people anywhere, anytime. Look Dean, I don't know if this is our kinda gig either...
Dean Winchester: Yeah you're right, we should ask around more tomorrow.
[as Sam tries to pull a metal cable down from above his cage]
Alvin Jenkins: Why don't you give it up Sammy, there's no way out!
Sam Winchester: [straining] Don't... call me... Sammy!
[the cable comes loose, something falls into Sam's cage]
Alvin Jenkins: What is it?
Sam Winchester: It's a bracket.
Alvin Jenkins: [sarcastic] Oh thank God, a bracket, now we got 'em, huh?
[the door of Jenkins' cage unlocks and swings open]
Alvin Jenkins: Must've been a short. Maybe you knocked somethin' loose.
[he steps cautiously out of the cage]
Sam Winchester: I - I think you should get back in there, Jenkins.
Alvin Jenkins: What?
Sam Winchester: This isn't right.
Alvin Jenkins: Don't you wanna get outta here?
Sam Winchester: Yeah. But that was too easy.
Alvin Jenkins: Look, I'm gonna get outta here, I'm gonna send help, okay, don't worry!
Sam Winchester: No! I'm serious! Jenkins! This might be a trap!
Alvin Jenkins: Bye Sammy.
Sam Winchester: Jenkins!
[Jenkins slips out; the cage door closes and re-locks on its own]
Dean Winchester: Okay officer. Look, I don't mean to press my luck...
Officer Kathleen: Your luck is so pressed.
Dean Winchester: Right. I was wondering... Why are you helpin' me out, anyway? Why don't you just lock me up?
Officer Kathleen: My brother Riley... disappeared three years ago. A lot like Sam. We searched for him, but... nothing. I know what it's like to feel responsible for someone, and for them...
Officer Kathleen: Come on. Let's keep at it.
[Kathleen wakes up in the cage next to Sam's]
Sam Winchester: You all right?
Officer Kathleen: Are you Sam Winchester? Are you?
Sam Winchester: Yeah.
Officer Kathleen: Your uh... your cousin's looking for you.
Sam Winchester: Thank God. Where is he?
Officer Kathleen: I uh... I cuffed him to my car.
Dean Winchester: What do they want?
Sam Winchester: I don't know. They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. It doesn't make any sense to me.
Dean Winchester: Yeah well that's the point. You know, with our, our usual playmates there's, there's rules, there's patterns, but with people... there's just crazy.
Sam Winchester: See anything else out there?
Dean Winchester: Uh, he has about a dozen junked cars sitting out back. Plates from all over, so I'm thinkin' when they take someone they take their car too.
Officer Kathleen: Did you see a black mustang, out there, about ten years old?
Dean Winchester: Yeah, actually, I did.
[Kathleen nods slowly]
Dean Winchester: Your brother's. I'm sorry.
[Sam locks the two Bender sons in the cages, Kathleen has a rifle trained on Pa Bender]
Officer Kathleen: [to Sam] I'll watch this one, you go ahead.
Officer Kathleen: Go ahead!
Pa Bender: You hurt my family. I'm gonna bleed you, bitch.
Officer Kathleen: You killed my brother!
Pa Bender: Your brother.
Pa Bender: Now I see.
Officer Kathleen: Just tell me why.
Pa Bender: Because it's fun!
[he laughs maniacally; Kathleen fires]
Sam Winchester: [after finding out the nature of his abductors] I'll be damned. They're just people.