Metin dökümü (en)

Excuse me? You're fans! Fans of what? Like you don't know. Supernatural. Two guys use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Steve and Dirk? Sam and Dean? That's it! That's the first one, I think. Supernatural by Carver Edlund. How does this guy know all this stuff? You got me. Everything is in here. I mean everything. I'm full frontal in here, dude. We gotta find this Carver Edlund. So you published the Supernatural books? What do you want to know? What's Carver Edlund's real name? Oh, no. No. Sorry, I can't do that. We just want to talk to him. We are actually big fans. You've read the books. Cover to cover. It's the year and model of the car. The 1967 Chevy Impala. That's May 2nd. That's my... That's Sam's birthday. January 24th is Dean's. Sam's score on the LSAT? 174. Dean's favorite song. Between Zep's Ramblin' On and Travelin' Riverside Blues. You Chuck Shirley? The Chuck Shirley who wrote the Supernatural books? Maybe. I'm Dean, this is Sam. The Dean and Sam you've been writing about. Now, wait a minute. Now, this isn't funny. Damn straight, it's not funny. I'm Sam, and that's Dean. Sam and Dean are fictional characters. I made them up. They're not real. Are those real guns? This is real rock salt. These are real fake IDs. I gotta hand it to you guys You really are my number one fans Well nice to meet you I Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam The last names were never in the books Obviously I a god You not a god How else do you explain it I write things, and then they come to life? Yeah, no, I'm definitely a god. Cruel, cruel, capricious god. The things I put you through. The physical beatings alone. We're still in one piece. Killed your father. Burned your mother alive. And then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica. Chuck. All for what? All for the sake of literary symmetry. I toyed with your lives, your emotions for entertainment. If I would have known it was real, I would have done another pass. Chuck, you're not a god. We think you're probably just psychic. If I were psychic, you'd think I'd be writing? Writing is hard. Are you working on anything right now? Holy crap. What? The latest book, I wrote myself into it. I wrote myself in my house, confronted by my characters. I'm sitting in a laundromat, reading about myself, sitting in a laundromat, reading about myself. My head hurts. There's gonna be something this guy's not telling us. Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck, about whether he was telling the whole truth. Stop it. Stop it, Sam said. Guess what you do next? Sam turned his back on Dean. His face brooding and pensive. I mean, I don't know how he's doing it, but this guy is doing it. I can't see your face, but those are definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders. You just thought I was a dick. That's good. .