"So what do you think this all means?"
"What?"
"You know, the whole Sam thing."
"I'm eating."
"I know. But dude, seriously. Two Sam Winchesters? Bit odd don't you think?"
"Dean, no amount of sarcasm is going to make me talk about it."
"Why not talk about it? What's it to you anyway?"
"..."
"Sam, do you know something I don't? 'Cos if you do, I'm gonna kick your ass."
"It's...I don't know."
'It's what? Sam?"
" Hey!"
"I'm going to keep eating your burger until you tell me."
"Look, I just...it's nothing alright? I'm just overreacting. That's all."
"And you expect me to believe that?"
"Yes, Dean, I do. Because frankly, you have no choice right now but to believe me."
"And why's that Sam?"
"Because..."
"Sam?"
"..."
(Long silence)
"Okay. Let's get out of here."
"Thanks."
--
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah."
"What if the dude looks like you?"
"Then he must be my doppelganger."
"Your what?"
"I'm joking. Honestly Dean, I'm fine. I want to do this."
"Whatever you say Sammy."
"It's Sam. And we better hurry before the guard comes on his hourly patrol."
"Dude, I can't believe how easy it was to break into the morgue."
"Yeah well, without me you would have resorted to smashing windows."
"Yeah, yeah. Jesus, it's this one."
"You sure?"
"Hold on. Shine your torch up higher."
"Sam Winchester."
"Dude, this is so surreal."
"You look like you're having fun."
"It's cause I am."
"You're one sick bastard, you know that?"
"Yep. Been told that a lot."
"Jesus Dean. Alright hold the torch."
(Long silence)
"You got it?"
"The lock isn't giving way. Hold on, nearly got it...Yes!"
"Sweet. Now open the mother fucker."
(Long silence)
"Oh shit."
"Yeah."
"Oh shit!"
"Yeah."
"Sam, it's..."
"I know Dean."
"It's you! Sam, it's you!"
"Yes, I see that Dean."
"But...you're standing next to me."
"Yes and I'm lying there dead in front of you."
"This is too freaking weird."
"Not having fun anymore?"
"Sam, this isn't funny."
"Oh, I thought it was."
"Shut up Sam. We've got to try figure out what the hell is going on here."
"Uh...I think we'll have to postpone that thought."
"What?"
"Someone's coming."
"Shit! Let's go."
--
"Dean."
"Yeah?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Dean."
"What?"
"You've been silent the whole way back to the motel. And you've said nothing for the last two hours."
"So? I'm tired. Can't a man have some peace and quiet for a while?"
"Not for you."
"What the hell is that meant to mean?"
"Dean, something's up. I know. Now tell me."
"Nothing's up. Jesus, Sammy. Why do you have to get all girlfriend-like? Especially tonight, of all nights."
"Dean. Please?"
"Look, I mean it. Nothing's wrong. Trust me. Now hand me the fries, I'm still hungry."
"No."
"What?"
"I said, no. I'm going to keep eating these fries until you tell what's wrong."
"God, you're annoying."
"These are really nice. Too bad I'm eating them all."
"Fine, fine."
"Now tell me. What's wrong?"
"I don't know. I guess it was a shock."
"A shock?"
"Yeah. When I saw you there...at the morgue. You were...dead. You know? Like, it was really weird. It felt like you were really dead. Even though you were standing next to me, when I saw the other Sam lying there...I don't know, dude. I got a bit of a shock."
"Yeah."
"I guess it reminded me of how I can't always be there to protect you."
"But you do protect me Dean. You have ever since I was a kid. You know that."
"Yeah I know. But what if one day...What if one day I can't? What if I'm not there? And...and you die? What if I get there too late?"
"You won't. I'm not planning to leave anytime soon, Dean."
"Yeah...I know that. I guess I'm just...I don't know."
"Scared?"
"No. Who do you think I am? A girl like you? Now hand me those fries. You got to psychoanalyze me, now I want my reward."
"Sorry, I ate them all."
"You son of a bitch!"
"You can have my soda."
"(Grumble)"
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