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"What? Which one?"
"Her."
"'Hot tamale train' chick?"
"Yeah."
"So you think a national TV personality's a banshee?"
"Not a full banshee obviously or there'd be piles of corpses, but that screaming's unnatural."
"You wanna check her out?"
"To be safe."
"She's on TV, dude. How would we get close enough to her?"
"The show has public tryouts, Dean."
"...wait. You're not seriously suggesting we try out-"
"Why not? We don't need to dance well. Remember the guy with the fedora?"
"No. Okay? Just no."
"But Dean-"
"No, Sam. I'm not making a frigging ass of myself for a vaguely hinted possible-maybe-banshee that isn't killing anyone!"
"You could do 'Heat of the Moment'"
"... No."
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(That's all there is.)