Do You See Sarah Blake Again?

Sarah Blake : [watching Sam and Dean dig up a grave] You guys seem to be uncomfortably comfortable with this.

Sam Winchester : Well, this isn't exactly the first grave nosotros've dug. Still think I'1000 a catch?

Sam Winchester : Yous all right?

Sarah Blake : No, really, I merely lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyn's, lonely, and found her like that!

Sam Winchester : Thank you.

Sarah Blake : Don't thank me, I'm about to call 'em correct dorsum if you don't tell me what the hell's going on. Who's killing these people?

Sam Winchester : What.

Sarah Blake : What?

Sam Winchester : It's not who, it'southward what, is killing those people.

[Sarah looks at him, confused]

Sam Winchester : Sarah, you saw that painting movement.

Sarah Blake : No. No, I was, I was seeing things! It's impossible!

Dean Winchester : Yeah well, welcome to our earth.

Sam Winchester : Sarah, I know this sounds crazy, but we remember that that painting is haunted.

Sarah Blake : You're joking.

[pause]

Sarah Blake : Y'all're *not* joking. God, the guys I leave with.

Sam Winchester : Sarah, remember nearly it. Evelyn. The Telescas. They both had the painting. And in that location've been others before that, wherever this thing goes, people die. And we're just tryin' to finish information technology. And that's the truth.

Sarah Blake : Well then I guess you better show me. I'm coming with yous.

Sam Winchester : What? No. Sarah, no, yous should just go home. This stuff can get unsafe, and... and I don't want you to get hurt.

Sarah Blake : Expect, you guys are probably crazy, but if you lot're correct about this, well me and my Dad sold that painting, and we might have got these people killed. Wait, I'm non maxim I'm non scared, because I am scared as hell, but I'one thousand not gonna run and hide either. And then are we going, or what?

[she walks out the door]

Dean Winchester : Sam? Ally that daughter.

Sarah Blake : [as Dean begins to choice the locks] Uh... Isn't this a offense scene?

Dean Winchester : What? You've already lied to the cops. What's another infraction?

Dean Winchester : It'due south the third bone yard we've checked. I retrieve this ghost is jerkin' united states around.

Sarah Blake : [to Sam] And then this is what you guys exercise for a living?

Sam Winchester : Non exactly. We don't go paid.

Sarah Blake : Look, I'm a big girl, Sam. And information technology's not your chore to make decisions for me. At that place's always a run a risk of getting injure...

Sam Winchester : I'm non talking about a broken heart and a tub of Haagen-Dazs. I'm talkin' about life and death.

Sarah Blake : And tomorrow I could become hitting past a motorcoach, that'due south what life is! Wait, I know losing somebody you love, it's terrible. You lot close yourself off, believe me, I know. Just when yous shut out pain, you shut out everything else, too.

Sam Winchester : Sarah, you don't understand, the pain that I went through... I can't become through it once more. I tin't.

Dean Winchester : Am I interrupting something?

[Sam sees the painting is back in its frame after they torched it]

Sam Winchester : Oh My God!

Sarah Blake : What?

Sam Winchester : Uh... that painting... looks so expert.

Sarah Blake : If you tin can call that monstrosity adept, and then, yeah... I guess.

Sam Winchester : So, what do you know nigh that painting?

Sarah Blake : Non much, simply that information technology creeps me out. Nosotros sold it to the Telescas at a charity auction the dark they were murdered.

Sam Winchester : Yep, and y'all're just gonna sell information technology again?

Sarah Blake : As much every bit my Dad wants to, no. I won't let him. I remember it'd be in bad taste.

Sam Winchester : Practiced. Yeah, you know what? Don't, don't, make sure you lot don't, okay?

Sarah Blake : Why? Don't tell me you're interested in that.

Sam Winchester : No, no, God, no, not in buying it, no. You lot know what? I gotta go, I've gotta take care of something. But um, I will call y'all back. I will call you. I'll see you lot later.

[inside the Merchant family crypt; Sarah notices a doll entombed above the girl's urn]

Sarah Blake : Okay, that right there, is the creepiest thing I've ever seen.

Sam Winchester : I was uh, sort of a tradition at the time. Whenever a child died, sometimes they'd preserve the kid's favorite toy in a glass example right next to the headstone or crypt.

Dean Winchester : You notice anything strange here?

Sarah Blake : Uh, where do I get-go?

Dean Winchester : No, that's non what I mean. Look at the urns.

Sam Winchester : Yeah, at that place are only four.

Dean Winchester : Yeah, Mom and the iii kids. Daddy Dearest isn't here.

Sarah Blake : I don't mean to be forward, but, a girl could await here forever. Is at that place something hither, between us, or am I delusional?

Sam Winchester : You're non delusional...

Sarah Blake : But, there'due south a "simply" coming.

Sam Winchester : But... I don't retrieve this would be a skilful thought.

Sarah Blake : Can I ask why?

Sam Winchester : 'Crusade I like you lot.

Sarah Blake : Wait, yous, you lost me.

Sam Winchester : Wait, information technology's hard to explain. It's just that when people are around me... I don't know, they get injure.

Sarah Blake : What practice you mean?

Sam Winchester : I hateful like physically injure. With what my brother and I exercise, it'south...

[break]

Sam Winchester : Sarah... I had a girlfriend. And she died. And my Mom died, as well. I don't know, it'south similar... it's like I'chiliad cursed or somethin', like expiry just follows me around. Await, I'grand not scared of much, but if I permit myself have feelings for everyone...

Sarah Blake : You're scared they'd go hurt too. That'due south very sweet... And very archaic.

[near the painting]

Sarah Blake : A fine instance of American archaic, wouldn't you say?

Sam Winchester : Well *I'd* say, it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses. But y'all knew that. You just wanted to see if I did.

Sarah Blake : Guilty. And clumsy, I apologize. I'1000 Sarah Blake.

Sam Winchester : I'yard Sam. This is my... brother, Dean.

[she turns to Dean, who is stuffing his face]

Sarah Blake : Dean! Can we get yous some more mini quiche?

[virtually the girl's ghost]

Dean Winchester : [on prison cell] How're nosotros gonna waste her?

Sam Winchester : I dunno, she was already cremated, there's nothin' left to burn.

Dean Winchester : Well then how'southward she nonetheless around?

Sam Winchester : There must be somethin' else.

Sarah Blake : Sam await! We used to handle antique dolls at the sale.

Sam Winchester : Well that's fascinating Sarah, but important right now?

Sarah Blake : Well dorsum then, they used to make the dolls in the kid's epitome, I mean everything, similar they, they would use the kid's real hair!

Sam Winchester : Dean? Sarah says the doll might have the daughter's real hair. Human remains, same as bones.

Sam Winchester , Dean Winchester : The mausoleum!

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Source: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0761316/characters/nm1543157