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VOX Box Friends Old and New 1

VOX Box: Friends Old and New 1

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  • Andrew Bennett: [sigh, clatter] Well, I'm gonna hit the road. Thanks again, Ellen.
  • Ellen Harvelle: You be safe out there, Andrew.
  • Andrew Bennett: You can't make me. [chuckle, footsteps] Jo.
  • Jo Harvelle: [footsteps] See ya around. [cloth wiping table]
  • Andrew Bennett: [door opens, footsteps, door closes]
  • Jo Harvelle: [footsteps, clatter, sigh] Slow night.
  • Ellen Harvelle: Don't say that.
  • Jo Harvelle: I didn't use the 'Q' word.
  • Ellen Harvelle: Nevertheless, you're just asking for trouble talking like that. [clatter, footsteps, door opens]
  • Jo Harvelle: [scoff, giggle] Would a little trouble be such a bad thing?
  • Ellen Harvelle: [muffled:] I heard that! [door closes]
  • Jo Harvelle: [sigh] Well, now what?
  • Ellen Harvelle: [muffled:] How about you take out the trash if you're so bored?
  • Jo Harvelle: [scoff] For such an old woman, you got some amazing ears!
  • Ellen Harvelle: [muffled:] I heard that, too!
  • Jo Harvelle: Good! [chuckle, sigh, footsteps, door opens, footsteps, door closes]
  • [silence: 4.3 seconds]
  • [door opens, footsteps: 3 instances, door closes]
  • Dean Winchester: Place looks deserted...
  • Sam Winchester: Yeah, this isn't at all like I remember it.
  • Dean Winchester: You remember the Roadhouse?
  • Sam Winchester: [scoff] Dude, I wasn't a baby. It was only like, what? Six years ago?
  • Dean Winchester: Right... Huh, feels like so much longer. [gasp] Hey, I can actually get a drink here now.
  • Sam Winchester: [scoff] Like that stopped you before.
  • Dean Winchester: [chuckle] Okay, I can legally get a drink.
  • Bobby Singer: Come again?
  • Sam Winchester: Dean would take sips from your drinks when you'd step away from the table to talk to your friends.
  • Dean Winchester: [chuckle] Guilty as charged.
  • Bobby Singer: Huh, maybe not as much of an alcoholic as I thought. I thought was a sign I had too muct to drink.
  • Dean Winchester: So where is everyone?
  • Bobby Singer: I bet they're in the back. I'll go fetch them. [footsteps, door opens, footsteps, door closes]
  • Sam Winchester: [footsteps, sigh, body settling on stool, bag unzipping, clatter]
  • Dean Winchester: You're gonna do some research now?
  • Sam Winchester: What? No...
  • Dean Winchester: What's the laptop for?
  • Sam Winchester: Uh, checking my e-mail... I remember this place having decent WiFi, let's see if that's still the case. [pause] Actually, I'm gonna hit the head. Keep an eye on the computer for me?
  • Dean Winchester: Sure.
  • Sam Winchester: You can check you e-mail if you want. [footsteps, door opens, footsteps, door closes]
  • Dean Winchester: [scoff] E-mail? [sigh, footsteps] Oh, hey, I remember this jukebox...
  • Jo Harvelle: [door opens, footsteps, clatter]
  • Dean Winchester: That was fast, Sammy... Whatcha feeling? "Every Rose Has Its Thorns" or "Heat of the Moment"?
  • Jo Harvelle: [bump]
  • Dean Winchester: [gasp, gulp] Oh god, please let that be a rifle...
  • Jo Harvelle: [rifle action level cocked] No, I'm just real happy to see you. Don't move.
  • Dean Winchester: Not moving, copy that. [pause] You know, you should know something, miss. When you put a rifle on someone, you don't want to put it right against their back. Because it makes it real easy to do... [feet pivoting, whack, clatter] This.
  • Jo Harvelle: Yeah? Okay... [whack, whack, clatter] How was that?
  • Dean Winchester: [pained groan, cough] Sam! Need some help in here. [pained hiss] I can't see, I can't even see.
  • Sam Winchester: [door opens, footsteps] What the-?!
  • Ellen Harvelle: [revolver hammer cocking]
  • Sam Winchester: Uh... On second thought. Sorry, Dean, I can't right now. I'm a... little tied up.
  • Ellen Harvelle: Sam? Dean? Winchester?
  • [in unison:] Dean Winchester: Yeah? Sam Winchester: Yeah...
  • Ellen Harvelle: Son of a bitch.
  • Jo Harvelle: Wait, Uncle John's boys?
  • Ellen Harvelle: Hey, sorry about that, boys. [revolver hammer uncocking, fabric shifting] Been a while. You remember my daughter Jo, right?
  • Jo Harvelle: Hey.
  • Dean Winchester: You're not gonna hit me again, are you?
  • Jo Harvelle: I haven't decided yet.
  • Bobby Singer: [door opens, footsteps] Oh, hey, you found each other.
  • Sam Winchester: Yeah, we did... Thanks, Bobby.
  • Ellen Harvelle: [footsteps, clatter, ice crinkling, fabric shifting, footsteps] Here you go. For your face...
  • Dean Winchester: Thanks. [sigh, ice crinkling]
  • Jo Harvelle: What brings you two here?
  • Ellen Harvelle: This about my phone call?
  • Sam Winchester: Phone call? What phone call?
  • Bobby Singer: She got Dean's number from me.
  • Ellen Harvelle: You didn't tell Sam?
  • Dean Winchester: [sigh, ice crinkling] I forgot. Sorry... [pause] Ellen called me shortly before we wrapped things up with the case in Gotham. She told me that Dad stopped by to pick up Bill.
  • Sam Winchester: Bill? What, Bill Harvelle?
  • Jo Harvelle: Yeah, my dad.
  • Sam Winchester: When was this?
  • Ellen Harvelle: Last week... The night of the second was when he called Bill. The sixth was the last time he checked in with his usual nightly calls. I tried calling John on the seventh and Bobby told me John had also gone silent, so I called Dean on eighth.
  • Dean Winchester: [scoff, ice crinkling] Anyway, Ellen, you didn't say much on the phone... Except that you can help?
  • Ellen Harvelle: Yeah, well, I expected you'd be here much sooner than this. Not sure how good my intel is now.
  • Sam Winchester: Intel? On what?
  • Ellen Harvelle: Well, the demon, of course. I heard John was closing in on it. That's what he grabbed Bill for.
  • Bobby Singer: The demon's Azazel.
  • Ellen Harvelle: Oh, [expletive]... Damn you, John. Why'd you have to drag my Bill into this?
  • Dean Winchester: It's okay. We're gonna find Dad and when we do, we're gonna bring Bill back, too. kay? I promise.
  • Bobby Singer: Ellen, I think we might have a way to track down this demon. I think John's tracking him the same way.
  • Ellen Harvelle: Yeah? Okay, I'm in. What do you need from me?
  • Bobby Singer: Ash.
  • Ellen Harvelle: Ash!
  • Ash Miles: [gasp, chair rocking, thud, clatter, stumbling footsteps] What? It closin' time?
  • Sam Winchester: That's Ash?

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