Dad wants us to pick up what he left off. Saving people. Hunting things. Family business.
When someone’s gone they should stay gone.
What’s dead should stay dead.
You said yourself once, and no matter what we do, they’re gone and they’re never coming back.
I’m tired of this job.. this live.. this weight of my shoulder, man. I.m tired of this stuff, Sam.
Right before dad died, he told me something. He told me something about you…
For the last time , Sam. No.
i don’t now how the whole thing went down exactly… but dad’s dead because of me.
I was dead. And I should stay dead.
What could you possibly say to make that all right?
Crossroad’s where pacts are made.
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