Dialogue Essay

“Why are you always so stubborn?” Sam's voice was dripping with annoyance and he was pacing around the room.

Dean was sitting in the tacky and uncomfortable couch, resting his feet on the bright purple coffee table. Even after so many years of staying in cheap motel rooms, he still couldn't understand why someone would decorate a room so horribly.

“I'm not being stubborn, you're just being stupid,” Dean responded calmly, “Besides, why are you suddenly giving up on hunts?”

“We have no leads! We've been here for days, searched every possible file in that library and found absolutely nothing!” Sam was full on yelling now, “This professor could actually help you, Dean! Instead of wasting our time on something that'll end up in nothing, we should be finding a way to get you out of your deal.”

Dean hit the mute button on the TV-control and stood up angrily, “Look, I know how you found that professor and you'd have to be fucking mental if you think I'm trusting a demon,” his eyebrows were scrunched together and his lip were curled down in a furious expression.

Sam let out an impatient sigh, “Will you get over yourself? If she wanted us dead, we'd be dead already!” He was tired of having the same discussions over an over again.

The older boy let out a sarcastic and bitter laugh, “That Ruby chick has you wrapped around her finger. It's pathetic, Sammy,” he ignored the glare from his brother, “You can't keep running around doing everything she tells you to.”

“Oh, I'm sorry if I don't want my brother to die.”

Dean looked up and stared straight into his brother's eyes, “You think I want to die?”

“It sure as hell looks like it,” his voice was harsh and the words came out before Sam thought them through. He immedia...

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... it a bit too far, but her face remained the same.

“Not your business," he growled at her, "Now what are you really doing here?”

“I told you already, I'm here on a job. I have a very generous client who's interested in one of these masks,” she glanced at the tribe masks. “Apparently they belonged to a very powerful shaman and it's supposed to bring luck and good energies to the owner.”

“So you're just gonna steal it?”

“Your faith in me is always assuring,” Bela gave a small shrug, “They're having an auction at the end of this week. I trust that whatever it is you plan on doing here won't interfere with my business?”

“Don't know yet,” Dean shrugged “And to be honest, I don't really care. I'll do what I have to to get this job done”

Bela glared at him meaningfully, but kept a the smile on her face, “Let's hope it won't. For your sake,” she swirled