[Dean's still torn about this. He could end up getting his dad killed way before his time and he doesn't want to get him into trouble. But there's really no other way round it. He reaches into his jacket and hands John his silver pistol] Keep that. Somethin' moves, shoot it.
[Looking right] I think the sonuvabitch went this way. C'mon.
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Sure man, whatever you say.
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[Looking right] I think the sonuvabitch went this way. C'mon.