SAM: What do we need?
BOBBY: Blood.
SAM: How much blood?
BOBBY: Ritual says near a gallon. And it's gotta be fresh, too.
SAM: Meaning we have to bleed a person dry.
BOBBY: And it's gotta be tonight. Or not for another fifty years.
SAM: Then let's go get some.
TRICKSTER: Sam, there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into that freakish Cro-Magnon skull of yours.
SAM: Lesson? What lesson?
TRICKSTER: This obsession to save Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. And the bad guys know it, too. It's gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go.
SAM: He's my brother.
TRICKSTER: Yup. And like it or not, this is what life's gonna be like without him.
SAM: Please. Just—please.
Завораживает, с какой быстротой и легкостью он переходит из модуса терминатора в модус несчастного одинокого ребенка.
Вдвойне завораживает знать, что оба модуса - настоящие.
Втройне - понимать, что первый является формой второго.