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'''Dean:''' I'm Dean Winchester, I'm you your son.<br>'''Mary:''' My Dean is four-years-old.<br>

'''Toni:''' You drive back roads, catching cases at random. You get word of bodies dropped, you check it out and maybe you even kill the thing that did it. But that person is still dead, and maybe a few more. But my people. We plan ahead. We study lore, and we use it against our enemies. Back home every thoroughfare, every bridge, every dock, every airport has been warded. The moment a monster steps foot in Britain, we know about it. Within twenty minutes he's been picked up, and within forty, he's dead. There hasn't been a monster-related death in Britain since 1965 because we are good at our job. Now, you were always a lost cause, Sam, but I'm hoping there are other hunters we can work with, teach. So, I need you to give me names and locations and everything else. Dead drops, meeting places, an organizational hierarchy, because maybe with all of us working together, we can do what you never could -- make America safe.

'''Mary:''' One word for it. I grew up with hunters, I've heard about of people coming back to life from the dead before. But to actually do it, after thirty years. A lot's changed. A lot.

'''Dean:''' Mom, I get it. I do. If I had kids, I wouldn't want them in this. But, Sam and me. ? Saving people and hunting things, this is our life. I think we make the world a better place. I know that we do.