In The Beginning Media
In The Beginning
Rose Carter
Music:
Allman Brothers- "Ramblin' Man"
Kenny Smith & The Loveliters- "Go For Yourself"
Quotes:
Dean: Can you, uh, tell me where I cant get reception on this thing?
John: U.S.S. Enterprise?
John: U.S.S. Enterprise?
Dean: Thanks. Nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?
John: Sonny and Cher broke up?
John: Sonny and Cher broke up?
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Dean: What is this?
Castiel: What does it look like?
Dean: Is it real?
Castiel: Very.
Dean: Okay, so what, angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did I get here?
Castiel: What does it look like?
Dean: Is it real?
Castiel: Very.
Dean: Okay, so what, angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did I get here?
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Dean: Come on, what, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?
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Dean: My dad taught me everything I know.
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Dean: A little TLC, this thing is cherry.
John: You know, man, you’re right.
Dean: What are you buying that thing for?
John: Kind of promised someone I would.
Dean: Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40.
John: You know, man, you’re right.
Dean: What are you buying that thing for?
John: Kind of promised someone I would.
Dean: Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40.
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Dean: (watching young John and young Mary) Sammy, wherever you are, Mom is a babe. (pauses) I'm going to Hell. Again.
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Samuel: So, you're a hunter? Well, tell me something, Mr. Hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?
Dean: Neither. You cut their heads off. (Mary smiles) So, do I pass your test?
Samuel: Yep, now get out of my house.
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Deanna: John Winchester mixing it up with spirits. Can you imagine?
Mary: I saw that.
Samuel: What?
Mary: That sour lemon look.
Samuel: Now hold on. John's a really, really nice...naive civilian.
Mary: So what. You rather me be with a guy like this? (indicates Dean)
Dean: What? No. No.
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Dean: What about the rest of the town? Did you find anything on the web? (Samuel stares) Of… information that you have assembled.
Deanna: Electrical storms, maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday.
Dean: By mail?
Samuel: No, we hired a jetliner to fly them to us overnight.
Deanna: Electrical storms, maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday.
Dean: By mail?
Samuel: No, we hired a jetliner to fly them to us overnight.
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Samuel: (to Dean in priest outfit) Father? I see you’ve beat me here.
Dean: The Lord is funny that way.
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Dean: The Lord is funny that way.
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Mary: What do you think?
Dean: I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it.
Mary: Charlie, do you remember what the stranger look like?
Charlie: Yeah, uh, he's about 5'10, white, he was kind of normal-looking, really.
Mary: Anything else?
Charlie: There was ONE thing.
Dean: What?
Charlie: It's just the light hit his eyes in a weird way. For a moment, I could've sworn-
Dean: What, that they were black, or red, maybe?
Charlie: No, they were yellow. Pale yellow.
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Dean: Hey, I wanted to tell you, you know, for what it's worth, ummm. it doesn't matter what your dad thinks. I like that John kid.
Mary: You do?
Dean: Yeah. Yeah, I think you two are meant to be. Hell, I'm depending on it.
Mary: What?
Dean: Nothing, um, can I ask you a question? What's he like? John?
Mary: You do?
Dean: Yeah. Yeah, I think you two are meant to be. Hell, I'm depending on it.
Mary: What?
Dean: Nothing, um, can I ask you a question? What's he like? John?
Mary: Why do you ask?
Dean: Just curious.
Mary: I don't know, he's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after EVERYTHING, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter ISN'T. No offense.
Dean: No, none taken.
Mary: Can I tell you something? He's going to ask me to marry him. Tomorrow, I think.
Dean: Yeah?
Mary: Oh, Dad's gonna explode. But I don't care, I'll run away if I have to, I just...I love John, and...
Dean: And what?
Mary: I want to get out. This job. This life. I hate it. I want a family. I want to be safe. You know the very worst thing I can think of, the very worst thing, is for my children to be raised into this like I was. Well, I won't let it happen.
Dean: Yeah... (tearing up)
Mary: Hey, you okay?
Dean: Yeah. No, I'm-I'm fine. Hey, uh, Mary...can I tell you something?
Mary: Sure.
Dean: Even if this sounds really weird, will you promise me that you will remember?
Mary: Okay.
Dean: (voice breaking) On November 2, 1983...don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear or what you see, promise me you won't get out of bed.
Mary: Okay.
Dean: Okay.
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Dean: (to Castiel) Well, you're a regular Chatty Cathy.
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Dean: All right, if I do this, then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and Sam and I grow up playing Little League and chasing tail?
Castiel: You realize if you DO alter the future, your father, you, Sam, you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die.
Dean: I realize.
Castiel: And you don't care?
Dean: Oh, I care. I care a lot. But these are my parents. I am not going to let them die again. I can't. Not if I can stop it."
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Samuel: She wants to hunt, she doesn't want to hunt. Is this some female "time of the month thing?" (Deanna looks disgusted) What?
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Dean: All right, listen to me. Now this is gonna sound a little...actually, it's going to sound massively, massively crazy.
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Azazel: Like I'm gonna tell you or those angels on your shoulder. No, I'm gonna cover my tracks good.
Dean: You can cover whatever the hell you want, I'm still going to kill you.
Azazel: Right. Now that I'd like to see.
Dean: Maybe not today. But you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, 'cause I'm the one that kills you.
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Dean: You can cover whatever the hell you want, I'm still going to kill you.
Azazel: Right. Now that I'd like to see.
Dean: Maybe not today. But you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, 'cause I'm the one that kills you.
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Azazel: Now, look, we both said some things that we regret. Let's, uh, kiss and make up. I'll tell you what, I'll arrange to have lover boy here brought back breathing.
Mary: My parents too?
Azazel: Nope. Sorry, doll, that's not on the table. Think about it. You could be done with hunting forever. The white picket fence, station wagon, couple of kids. No more monsters or fear. I'll make sure of it.
Mary: What? And all it costs is my soul?!
Azazel: Oh, no, you can keep your soul, I just need permission.
Mary: For what?
Azazel: Mm, in ten years, I need to swing by your house for a little something, that's all.
Mary: For what?!
Azazel: Relax. As long as I'm not interrupted, nobody gets hurt. (watches her sobbing over John's lifeless body) Or you can spend the rest of your life desperate and alone. Mary? It's a good deal. So, what do you say?
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Dean: I couldn't stop any of it. She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn't she?
Castiel: Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have stopped it.
Dean: What?
Castiel: Destiny can't be changed, Dean. All roads lead to the same destination.
Dean: Then why'd you send me back?
Castiel: For the truth. Now YOU know everything WE know.
Dean: What the hell are you talking about? Where's Sam?
Castiel: We know what Azazel did to your brother-what we don't know is why-what his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up.
Dean: Where's Sam?
Castiel: 425 Waterman. Your brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we're not sure where it was. So stop it...or WE will.