Meg: Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?
Sam: Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never see you again.
Meg: Dude, cover your mouth.
Sam: Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uh-this is my brother, Dean..
Meg: This is Dean?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: So, you've heard of me?
Meg: Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Nice-the way you treat your brother like luggage.
Dean: Sorry?
Meg: Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth.
Sam, I'm sorry. It's just-the way you told me he treats you... if it were me, I'd kill him.
Sam: It's alright. He means well.
Dean: What was she saying? I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitchin' about me to some chick?
Sam: Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana.
Dean: Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?
Sam: No, of course not. Now, would you listen?
Dean: What?
Sam: I think there's somethin' strange going on here, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me.
Sam: No, man, I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead.
Look, I could be wrong, I'm just sayin' that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on.
Dean: Well, I bet you'd like to. I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh?
Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?
Dean: Let me guess. You're lurkin' outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?
Sam: No.
Yes.
Dean: You've got a funny way of showin' your affection.
Now, look, why don't you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?
Sam: What about the symbol? Any luck?
Dean: Yeah, that I did have some luck with.
It's, uh-turns out it's Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva.
Summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we've got a major player in town.
Now, why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?
Sam: Bite me.
Dean: No, bite her. Don't leave teeth marks, though-
Sam? Are you-?
Dean: So, hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva?
Sam: Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing.
Dean: So, Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl.
Sam: Lawrence, Kansas. Holy crap.
Dean: Yeah.
Sam: I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. That's where everything started. So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?
Dean: I think it's a definite possibility.
Sam: But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence?
Dean: Beats me.
I'll tell you one thing. I don't think we should do this alone
Dean: We think we've got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom. So, uh, this warehouse-it's 1435 West Erie.
Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can.
Sam: Voicemail?
Dean: Yeah. Big night.
Sam: Yeah. You nervous?
Dean: No. Why, are you?
Sam: No. No way.
What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school-be a person again.
Dean: You wanna go back to school?
Sam: Yeah, once we're done huntin' the thing.
Dean: Huh.
Sam: Why, is there somethin' wrong with that?
Dean: No. No, it's, uh, great. Good for you.
Sam: I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?
Dean: It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt.
Sam: But there's got to be somethin' that you want for yourself-
Dean: Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam.
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