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DEAN: Good God, the Roadhouse. It even smells the same.
ASH: Bud, blood and beer nuts. It’s the best smell in the world. How ‘bout a cold one? Up here? No hang-over.
SAM: So… no offense…
ASH: How did a dirt bag like me end up in a place like this? I’ve been saved, man. I was my congregation’s number one snake handler.
SAM: And you said this was your heaven?
ASH: Yup! My own… personal…
SAM: And when the angels jumped us? We were…
ASH: In your heaven.
SAM: So there’re two heavens?
ASH: No. More like a hundred billion. So, no worries, it’ll take those angels boys a minute to catch up.
DEAN: What?
ASH: See, you gotta stop thinking of heaven as one place. It’s more like a butt-load of places all crammed together. Like Disneyland except without all the anti-Semitism.
Dean and Sam still look confused.
SAM: Disneyland?
ASH: Mm-hmm. Yeah. See you got Winchesterland. Ashland. A whole mess of everybody-else-lands. Put them all together: heaven. Right? At the centre of it all? Is the Magic Kingdom. The Garden.
DEAN: So everybody gets a little slice of paradise.
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