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Body of Tries
Dean (as they're speeding down a secondary highway): This thing that's missing . . . maybe it's something from your body?
Sam: Yeah, I was thinking maybe it was those toenail clippings from last week when we were in Plainview, Texas. But I don't miss them all that much.
Dean: You missed them last night when you stubbed your pinky toe on that book that fell off the nightstand.
Sam: Dean, it was The Bible.
Dean: Oh. Right. So should we head for Texas?
Sam: Hm, let's not. I don't think something that's gone missing would be in Plainview.
Dean: Okay, well maybe we're not thinking about this in the right way. Could it be, like, the life you wish you had? Law school and all that shit?
Sam: I was wondering about that too. But it seems even more essential to the very core of my being than merely the life path I've chosen.
Dean: Well, what about Dad? That's what it was for me.
Sam: Again, I wish I could say yes. But I think the hole in my soul would've settled in a little earlier than years after his passing.
Dean: Did you see if Dad's book says anything about this?
Sam: Yes. And it's strangely silent on the matter.
Dean: Then there's only one thing left for us to do.
Sam: What?
Dean: Go talk to Bobby.
(At Bobby's name, blinding light pours through the windows and suddenly the car disappears from the road.)