Dean: You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are. Sam: And who is that? Dean: One of us.
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Eric Kripke
Eric Kripke (born April 24, 1974) is an American television writer, director, and producer. He is the creator of The WB (now The CW) series Supernatural, the NBC series Revolution and more recently, the NBC series Timeless. 2Early life Kripke was born in Toledo, Ohio. He is an Ashkenazi Jew. A 1992 graduate of Sylvania Southview High School, Eric often created home movies with friends to show to other students. His artistic influences included John Bellairs. He graduated from the University of Southern California School of Cinematic Arts in 1996 as a member of the Gamma Eta Chapter of Pi Kappa Alpha. 2Career Kripke wrote and directed two 1997 films: Battle of the Sexes and Truly Committed. He later developed and wrote for The WB's 2003 television series Tarzan, which was cancelled after eight episodes, and followed this by writing the 2005 film Boogeyman. Furthermore, he was an associate producer for the 2011 romantic action thriller The Adjustment Burea
People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news.
Boy, you see me sawing some bony tramp in half?! You think I'm a magician?! I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room but I can't just pull facts out of thin air. Sit! Please. [everyone sits] Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm gonna whack you with a spoon!
You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?
Next time you want to get laid...find a girl that's not so buckets-of-crazy, huh?
They, uh...they sliced and carved and tore me in ways that you...until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly...I would be whole again...like magic...just so they could start in all over. And Alastair...at the end of every day—every one—he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take…
Nothing. It's just…an angel and a demon, riding in the back seat. It's like the setup to a bad joke. Or a Penthouse Forum letter.
Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something.…
A wrestling match inside your noggin. I like the idea. Just you and me, one round, no tricks. You win, you jump in the hole. I win...well, then I win. What do you say, Sam? A fiddle of gold against your soul says I'm better than you.