So Be It


Supernatural Season 12 Episode 15- Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell




Ballad of a Truck Driver's Wife

Ballad of a Truck Driver's Wife

  • Lorene Mercer
  • シンガーソングライター
  • ¥150
  • provided courtesy of iTunes














DEAN: Okay, look, that was totally Gavin’s call. All right? You know what? We have a situation here. 

CROWLEY: Oh, well, in that case...Bye. 

DEAN: Hellhounds, Crowley. One of your mutts is going after folks who didn’t sell their souls. 

CROWLEY: Not possible. 

DEAN: You sure about that? 


DEAN: All right, Crowley and I are gonna hit the woods, see if we can't track down Cujo. You stick with Sam. He'll keep you safe. 

GWEN: Okay. 

DEAN: Take care of her. 

SAM: Of course. Dean, look, even if Ramsey circles back, as long as we keep moving, Gwen's gonna be just…  You're talking about the car. 

DEAN: You tend to ride the brakes. 

SAM: Dean, I know how to drive. 

DEAN: I'm just saying. Okay, just imagine she's a… a beautiful woman. 

SAM: Oh, come on. Get out of here. 

DEAN: A beautiful, beautiful woman. 

SAM: I'm done.

DEAN: Sam... 


DEAN: Come on. 


CROWLEY: Fancy. Really bring out your eyes. 

DEAN: Shut up. 

CROWLEY: Shut up. 

DEAN: I mean it, Crowley. 

CROWLEY: I mean it, Crowley. 

DEAN: Go to Hell. 

CROWLEY: Go to Hell. Really, Dean, all these years, you're so predictable. 

DEAN: Yeah, well, I guess we've all changed. I got predictable. You got soft. I mean, a few years ago, who'd have thought you'd be helping us save the girl of the week? 

CROWLEY: I don't care about her. 

DEAN: Yeah, well, maybe we rubbed off on you. 

CROWLEY: Don't flatter yourself. 

DEAN: You save Cas. 

CROWLEY: Just to spare myself the Winchester Manpain-- you lot moping about like a bunch of schoolgirls. 

DEAN: Well, I just wanna say thank you. 

CROWLEY: Or...a few years ago, who would've thought you'd be working with the King of Hell? Maybe you've rubbed off on me. Maybe I've rubbed off all over you.  

DEAN: Ugh. 


SAM: - Dean… I don't have a computer program feeding me cases. I-I, uh… Gwen? Every job we've worked in the last two weeks? They've come from the British Men of Letters. 

DEAN: Really? 

SAM: Yeah. I didn't tell you 'cause I know how much you hate them. 

DEAN: No, we hate them. Us. Together. 

SAM: I get that. Yeah, I do. But...Dean, because of Mick and his guys, the Alpha Vampire is dead. They get results. I don't like them either, but if we can save people, then it… Either way, I shouldn't have lied to you. And… I'm sorry, man. I... 

DEAN: Well, okay. 

SAM: Okay? 

DEAN: What do you want me to say? Do I like it? No. Do I trust them? Hell, no. But you're right. We work with people we don't trust all the time. I mean, hell, I just Liam Neeson'd it up with Crowley. So if you wanna give this a shot, then…Fine. But the minute-- and I mean the second-- something feels off, we bail. 

SAM: Yeah. Of course. Deal.