Supernatural (season 4)

season of television series

Supernatural (2005–2020) is a paranormal/horror/thriller/drama-themed television series on the WB Television Network (now merged with UPN into the new network The CW) that details the lives of two brothers who travel across the country in a black 1967 Chevy Impala investigating paranormal events and other unexplained occurrences.  Season four originally aired from 18 September 2008 to 14 May 2009.

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Dean: Surprise.
Bobby: I, I don't...
Dean: Yeah, me neither. But here I am. [Suddenly, Bobby attacks Dean.] Bobby! Bobby! It's me!
Bobby: My ass!
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed. You're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me. [Bobby attacks Dean again] I am not a shapeshifter!
Bobby: Then you're a Revenant!
Dean: All right. If I was either, could I do this with a silver knife? [cuts his arm]
Bobby: Dean?
Dean: That's what I've been trying to tell you.
Bobby: [Bobby hugs Dean] It's... it's good to see you, boy.
Dean: Yeah, you too.
Bobby: But... how did you bust out?
Dean: I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box...
[Suddenly, Bobby splashes holy water in Dean's face. Dean pauses, spits.]
Dean: I'm not a demon, either, you know.
Bobby: Sorry. Can't be too careful.

Bobby: But... that don't make a lick of sense.
Dean: Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir.
Bobby: Dean, your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of Hell and back into your meat suit...
Dean: I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.
Bobby: What do you remember?
Dean: Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then lights out. Then I come to six feet under. That was it.

Pamela: Right, take each other's hands. And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched.
Dean: Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there.
Pamela: [Laughs] My mistake.

Female Demon: Dean, to hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck?
Dean: That's me.
Female Demon: So you get to just stroll out of the Pit, huh? Tell me, what makes you so special?
Dean: I like to think it's because of my perky nipples.

Ruby: So, million dollar question: you going to tell Dean about what we're doing?
Sam: Yeah, I just gotta figure out the right way to say it. Look, I just need time, okay? That's all.
Ruby: Sam, he's going to find out, and if it's not from you he's going to be pissed.
Sam: He's going to be pissed, anyway. I mean, he's so hardheaded about this psychic stuff he'll just try and stop me.
Ruby: Look. Maybe I'll just take a step back for a while.
Sam: Ruby, you...
Ruby: I mean, I'm not exactly in your brother's fan club. But he is your brother, and I'm not going to come between you.
Sam: I don't know if what I'm doing is right. Hell, I don't even know if I trust you.
Ruby: Thanks.
Sam: But what I do know is I'm saving people. And stopping demons. And that feels good. I want to keep going.

Dean: Who are you?
Castiel: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.
Dean: I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the-for the stealing and the...and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy.
Sam: Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the Man upstairs.
Dean: Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God.
Sam: Okay, well, too bad, Dean. Because I think He wants you to strap on your party hat.

Meg: Dean Winchester, still so bossy. You don't recognize me? This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut.
Dean: Meg?
Meg: Hi! It's okay, I'm not a demon.
Dean: You're the girl the demon possessed.
Meg: Meg Masters. Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not, you know, choking on my own blood. It's okay. Seriously, I'm just a college girl... sorry, was. I was walking home one night and got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner... in here. You know I was awake? I had to watch while she murdered people.
Dean: Sorry.
Meg: Oh, yeah, so sorry you had me thrown off a building.
Dean: Well, we thought...
Meg: No, you didn't think. I kept waiting, praying, I was trapped in there, screaming at you, "Just help me, please!" You're supposed to help people, Dean, why didn't you help me?
Dean: I'm sorry.
Meg: Stop saying you're sorry.

Meg: It wasn't just me, Dean. I had a sister. A little sister. She worshiped me You know how little siblings are, right? How they'll do anything for you. She was never the same after I disappeared. She just... she just got lost. And when my body was lying there in the morgue, beat up? Broken? Do you know what that did to her? She killed herself! Because of you, Dean! Because all you were thinking about was your family! Your revenge and your demons! 50 words of Latin a little sooner and I'd still be alive, my baby sister would still be alive!

Dean: See, this is why I can't get behind God.
Sam: What are you talking about?
Dean: If He doesn't exist, fine. Bad crap happens to good people. That's how it is. There's no rhyme or reason. Just random, horrible, evil. I get it, okay. I can roll with that. But if He is out there, what's wrong with Him? Where the hell is He while all these decent people are getting torn to shreds? How does He live with Himself? You know, why doesn't He help?
Bobby: I ain't touching this one with at 10-foot pole.

Castiel: Excellent job with the Witnesses.
Dean: You were hip to all this?
Castiel: I was, um, made aware.
Dean: Well, thanks a lot for the angelic assistance. You know, I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest.
Castiel: But you didn't.
Dean: I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos. You know, Michael Landon. Not dicks.
Castiel: Read the Bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier.
Dean: Yeah? Then, why didn't you fight?
Castiel: I'm not here to perch on your shoulder. We had larger concerns.
Dean: Concerns? There were people getting torn to shreds down here! And, by the way, while all this is going on, where the hell is your Boss, huh, if there is a God?
Castiel: There's a God.
Dean: I'm not convinced. 'Cause if there's a God, what the hell is He waiting for, huh? Genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The freaking Apocalypse? At what point does He lift a damn finger and help the poor bastards that are stuck down here?
Castiel: The Lord works...
Dean: If you say, "mysterious ways," so help me, I will kick your ass. So, Bobby was right... about the Witnesses... this is some kind of a... sign of the Apocalypse.
Castiel: That's why we're here. Big things afoot.
Dean: Do I want to know what kind of things?
Castiel: I sincerely doubt it, but you need to know. The Rising of the Witnesses is one of the 66 Seals.
Dean: Okay. I'm guessing that's not a show at Sea World.
Castiel: Those Seals are being broken. By Lilith.
Dean: She did the spell. She rose the Witnesses.
Castiel: Mm-hmm. And not just here. Twenty other hunters are dead.
Dean: Of course. She picked victims that the hunters couldn't save so that they would barrel right after us.
Castiel: Lilith has a certain sense of humor.
Dean: Well, we put those spirits back to rest.
Castiel: It doesn't matter. The Seal was broken.
Dean: Why break the Seal anyway?
Castiel: You think of the Seals as locks on a door.
Dean: ... Okay. Last one opens and...
Castiel: Lucifer walks free.
Dean: Lucifer? But I thought Lucifer was just a story they told at demon Sunday school. There's no such thing.
Castiel: Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as me. Why do you think we're here walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years?
Dean: To stop Lucifer.
Castiel: That's why we've arrived.
Dean: Well... bang-up job so far. Stellar work with the Witnesses. That's nice.
Castiel: We tried. There are other battles, other Seals. Some we'll win, some we'll lose. This one we lost. Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week. You think the armies of heaven should just follow you around? There's a bigger picture here. You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in.
Dean: What is this?
Castiel: What does it look like?
Dean: Is it real?
Castiel: Very.
Dean: Okay, so, what? Angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did I get here?
Castiel: Time is fluid, Dean, it's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion.
Dean: Well, bend it back, or tell me what the hell I'm doing here!
Castiel: I told you. You have to stop it.
Dean: Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my dad? [Dean turns as a car horn sounds. When he turns back Castiel is gone.] Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!

Dean: Sammy, wherever you are, Mom is a babe. I'm going to Hell. Again.

Dean: So what? God's my copilot, is that it? [Castiel just looks at him, and Dean glances over again.] Well, you're a regular Chatty Kathy. Tell me something, Sam would have wanted in on this. Why not bring him back?
Castiel: You had to do this alone, Dean.
Dean: And you don't care that he's tearing up the future looking for me right now?
Castiel: Sam's not looking for you.
Dean: Alright, if I do this, then the family curse breaks right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and- and, Sam and I grow up playing Little League and chasing tail?
Castiel: You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die.
Dean: I realize.
Castiel: And you don't care?
Dean: Oh, I care. I care a lot. But these are my parents. I'm not gonna let them die, again. I can't, no, not if I can stop it.

Azazel: [to Dean] You know what I'm gonna do to your sibling? I'm gonna stand over their crib and I'm gonna bleed into their mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine. Vitamins, minerals... it makes you big and strong!
Dean: For what? So they can lead your discount demon army? Is that your big plan?
Azazel: Please. My end game's a hell of a lot bigger than that, kid.

Dean: I couldn't stop any of it. She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery didn't she?
Castiel: Don't be too hard on yourself, you couldn't have stopped it.
Dean: What?
Castiel: Destiny can't be changed Dean. All roads lead to the same destination.
Sam: Dean, what are you doing? What, are you, are you leaving?
Dean: You don't need me. You and Ruby go fight demons.
Sam: Hold on. Dean, come on, man. [Dean punches Sam in the face] You satisfied? [Dean hits him again] I guess not.
Dean: Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone? How far from normal? From human?
Sam: I'm just exorcising demons.
Dean: With your mind! What else can you do?
Sam: I can send them back to hell. It only works with demons, and that's it.
Dean: What else can you do?!
Sam: I told you!
Dean: And I have every reason in the world to believe that.
Sam: Look, I should have said something. I'm sorry, Dean. I am. But try to see the other side here.
Dean: The other side?
Sam: I'm pulling demons out of innocent people.
Dean: Use the knife!
Sam: The knife kills the victim! What I do, most of them survive! Look, I've saved more people in the last five months than we save in a year.
Dean: That what Ruby want you to think? Huh? Kind of like the way she tricked you into using your powers? Slippery slope, brother. Just wait and see. Because it's gonna get darker and darker, and God knows where it ends.
Sam: I'm not gonna let it go too far.
Dean: [smashes lamp] It's already gone too far, Sam. If I didn't you know... I would want to hunt you. And so would other hunters.
Sam: You were gone. I was here. I had to keep on fighting without you. And what I'm doing... it works.
Dean: Well, tell me. If it's so terrific, then why'd you lie about it to me? Why did an angel tell me to stop you?
Sam: What?
Dean: Cas' said that if I don't stop you, he will. See what that means, Sam? That means that God doesn't want you doing this. So, are you just gonna stand there and tell me everything is all good?

Dean: Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY.

Sam: You want to know why I've been lying to you, Dean? Because of crap like this!
Dean: Like what?
Sam: The way you talk to me, the way you look at me like I'm a freak!
Dean: I do not.
Sam: You know, or even worse, like I'm an idiot! Like I don't know the difference between right and wrong! What?
Dean: Do you know the difference, Sam? I mean, you've been kind of strolling a dark road, lately.
Sam: You have no idea what I'm going through. None.
Dean: Then enlighten me!
Sam: I've got demon blood in me, Dean. This disease pumping through my veins and I can't ever rip it out or scrub it clean. I'm a whole new level of freak! And I'm just trying to take this - this curse... and make something good out of it. Because I have to.

Sam: [to Jack Montgomery] Listen to me. You've got this dark pit inside you. I know. Believe me, I know. But that doesn't mean you have to fall into it. You don't have to be a monster.
Jack: [laughs] Have you seen me lately?
Sam: It doesn't matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It's your choice.

Dean: You did the right thing, you know. That guy was a monster, there was no going back. Sam, I wanna tell you I'm sorry. I've been kind of hard on you, lately.
Sam: Don't worry about it, Dean.
Dean: It's just that your, uh, your psychic thing, it scares the crap out of me.
Sam: Look, if it's all the same. I'd really rather not talk about it.
Dean: Wait. What? You don't want to talk? You?
Sam: There's nothing more to say. I can't keep explaining myself to you. I can't make you understand.
Dean: Why don't you try?
Sam: I can't. Because this thing, this blood, it's not in you the way it's in me. It's just something I've gotta deal with.
Dean: Not alone.
Sam: Anyway, it doesn't matter. These powers... it's playing with fire. I'm done with them. I'm done with everything.
Dean: Really? Well, that's a relief. Thank you.
Sam: Don't thank me. I'm not doing it for you. Or for the angels or for anybody. This is my choice.
Dean: Come on man, it's like the good old days! An honest-to-goodness monster hunt! It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straightforward, black-and-white case.

Dean: We've still got to see the new "raiders" movie.
Sam: Saw it.
Dean: Without me?
Sam: You were in Hell.
Dean: That's no excuse!

Sam: Can you describe her assailant?
Ed Brewer: Oh, he was a vampire.
Dean: Okay, right. And by that you mean...
Ed: You know, a vampire.
Dean: Uh-huh. So, he looked like--
Ed: He looked like a vampire! You know with the fangs and the slicked back hair and the fancy cape and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon.

Dean: I don't think we're staying on the case.
Jamie: What, is it too weird for you?
Dean: Not weird enough.

Pizza Delivery Guy: Uh, pizza delivery?
Dracula: Ah, you have brought a repast. Excellent. Continue to be of such service, and your life will be spared.
Pizza Delivery Guy: Uh-huh. That'll be $15.50.
Dracula: Tell me...
Pizza Delivery Guy: Yeah?
Dracula: Is there garlic on this pizza?
Pizza Delivery Guy: I don't know. Did you order garlic?
Dracula: No!
Pizza Delivery Guy: Then no. Look, Mister, I've got four other deliveries to make. You want to just pay me the money so I can go?
Dracula: Of course. Yes. But I have a coupon.
Sam: Dude, you're going 20.
Dean: And?
Sam: That's the speed limit.
Dean: And what, safety's a crime now?
Sam: Dude, where are you going? That was our hotel.
Dean: Sam, I'm not going to make a left-hand turn into oncoming traffic. I'm not suicidal! Did I just say that? That was kinda weird.
[EMF meter beeping]
Sam: Do you hear something?
[EMF meter beeps when pointed at Dean]
Dean: Am I haunted? Am I haunted?!

[Sam hands Dean a handgun]
Dean: Oh, I'm not carrying that. [Sam gives him a look] It could go off. [grabs a flashlight] I'll man the flashlight.
Sam: You do that.

Sam: One...two...three! [Opens locker to reveal a meowing cat]
Dean: [Lets out a long, exceedingly girly scream] That was scary!

Dean: What are we doing?
Sam: We're hunting a ghost.
Dean: A ghost. Exactly. Who does that?
Sam: Us.
Dean: Us, right. And that, Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, c'mon, we hunt monsters! What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run. But not us, no no no, we... we search out things that want to kill us! Yeah, huh? Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We... are insane! You know, then there’s the bad diner food and the--and the skeevy motel rooms and the truck stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, Sam? Huh? Seriously! I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me, eight hours a day every single day? I don't think so! I mean, I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and I- and I-I sing along, I'm annoying, I know that. And you... you're gassy! You eat half a burrito and you get toxic! I mean, you know what, you can forget it.
Sam: Dean, where're you going?
Dean: Stay away from me Sam, okay? Because I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the-and the-and the Hell Hounds and the Ghost Sickness and the damn apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. I quit.

Sam: Yeah. How you feeling, by the way?
Dean: Fine.
Bobby: You sure, Dean? 'Cause this line of work can get awful scary.
Dean: I'm fine. What? You want to go hunt? I'll hunt... I'll kill anything.
Sam: [playfully] Awwww.
Bobby: [equally playful] He's adorable.
Sam: Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?
Dean: It's Halloween, man.
Sam: Yeah. For us, every day is Halloween.
Dean: Don't be a downer. Anything interesting?

Castiel: The decision's been made.
Uriel: [chuckles] By a mud monkey.
Castiel: You shouldn't call them that.
Uriel: Ah, it's what they are. Savages. Just plumbing on two legs.
Castiel: You're close to blasphemy. There's a reason we were sent to save him. He has potential. He may succeed here. And any rate, it's out of our hands.
Uriel: It doesn't have to be.
Castiel: And what would you suggest?
Uriel: That we drag Dean Winchester out of here, then we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map.
Castiel: You know our true orders. Are you prepared to disobey?

Tracy: My love.
Samhain: You've aged.
Tracy: This face... I can't fool you.
Samhain: Your beauty is beyond time. [snaps her neck] Whore.

Uriel: The only reason you're still alive, Sam Winchester, is because you've been useful. But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you become more trouble than you're worth... One word. One. And I will turn you to dust. As for your brother, tell him that maybe he should climb off of that high horse of his. Ask Dean what he remembers from Hell.

Dean: Let me guess. You're here for the, "I told you so."
Castiel: No.
Dean: Well, good, 'cause I'm really not that interested.
Castiel: I am not here to judge you, Dean.
Dean: Then why are you here?
Castiel: Our orders--
Dean: Yeah, you know, I've had about enough of these orders of yours--
Castiel: Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain. They were to do whatever you told us to do.
Dean: Your orders were to follow my orders?
Castiel: It was a test, to see how you would perform under... battlefield conditions, you might say.
Dean: It was a witch, not the Tet Offensive. So I uh- failed your test, huh? I get it. But you know what? If you would have waved that-that magic time traveling wand of yours and we had to do it all over again, I'd make the same call. 'Cause, see, I don't know what's gonna happen when these Seals are broken. Hell, I don't even know what's gonna happen tomorrow. But what I do know is, that this, here? These kids, the swings, the trees? All of it is still here because of my brother and me.
Castiel: You misunderstand me Dean. I'm not like you think, I was praying that you would choose to save the town.
Dean: You were?
Castiel: These people, they're all my Father's creations. They're works of art, and yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the Seal was broken and we are one step closer to Hell on Earth, for all creation. Now, that's not an expression Dean. It's a literal. You, of all people, should appreciate what that means. Can I tell you something, if you promise not to tell another soul?
Dean: Okay.
Castiel: I'm not a... hammer as you say. I have questions, I... I have doubts. I don't know what is right and what is wrong, anymore, whether you passed or failed here. But in the coming months you will have more decisions to make. I don't envy the weight that's on your shoulders, Dean. I truly don't.
Sam: It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell, if you didn't?
Dean: Maybe because he's a dick. Might have something to do with it.

Dean: Oh, come on. Aren't you a little bit tempted?
Sam: No. Wouldn't be real. Wouldn't trust it.
Dean: I don't know. That bear seemed pretty real.
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: Come on, if you could wish yourself back, you know, before it all started. Think about it. You'd be some big yuppie lawyer with a nice car and a white picket fence.
Sam: Not what I'd wish for.
Dean: Seriously?
Sam: It's too late to go back to our old lives, Dean. I'm not that guy anymore.
Dean: All right, well, what, then? Hmm? What would Sammy wish for?
Sam: Lilith's head on a plate. Bloody.

Sam: Dean, wake up!
Dean: What? I'm up. What?
Sam: Sleep well?
Dean: Yeah. Tan, rested, and ready.
Sam: Dean, come on, man. You think I can't see it?
Dean: See what?
Sam: The nightmares, the drinking. I'm with you 24/7. I know something's going on.
Dean: Sam, please.
Sam: Uriel wasn't lying, but you are. You remember Hell, don't you?
Dean: What do you want from me, huh? What?
Sam: The truth, Dean. I mean, I'm your brother. I-I just wish you'd talk to me.
Dean: Careful what you wish for.
Sam: Cute.
Dean: Come on, can we stow the couples therapy, huh? We're on a job. I want to work. What do you got? Please?

Wesley: "Be careful what you wish for." You know who says that? Good looking jerks like you guys, the ones who've got it so easy because you happen to be handsome.
Sam and Dean: Easy?
Wesley: Yeah. Women -- Women look at you, right? They notice you.
Sam: Believe us, we do not have it easy.
Dean: We are miserable. We never get what we want. In fact, we have to fight tooth and nail just to keep whatever it is we've got.
Sam: But you know what? Maybe that's the whole point, Wes.
Dean: Yeah, people are people 'cause they're miserable bastards, 'cause they never get what they really want.
Sam: Right, yeah, you get what you want, you get crazy.
Dean: Just take a look at Michael Jackson, hmm? Or Hasselhoff.

Dean: You were right.
Sam: About what?
Dean: I shouldn't have lied to you. I do remember everything that happened to me in the Pit. Everything.
Sam: So, tell me about it.
Dean: No. I won't lie anymore, but I'm not going to talk about it.
Sam: Dean, look, you can't just shoulder this thing alone. You've gotta let me help.
Dean: How? Do you really think that a little heart-to-heart, some sharing and caring, is gonna change anything? Hmm? Somehow... heal me? I'm not talking about a bad day here.
Sam: I know that.
Dean: The things that I saw.... there aren't words. There is no forgetting. There's no making it better. Because it is right here... forever. You wouldn't understand. And I could never make you understand. So I am sorry.
Sam: You're not pissed we're going after the girl; you're pissed Ruby threw us the tip.
Dean: Right, 'cause as far as you're concerned that Hell-bitch is practically family. Boy, something major must have happened while I was downstairs, 'cause I come back and you're--and you're BFF with a demon?
Sam: I told you, Dean, she helped me go after Lilith.
Dean: Well, thanks for the thumbnail. Real vivid. You want to fill in a little detail?
Sam: Sure, Dean, let's trade stories. You first: how was Hell? Don't spare the details.

Dean: That's Revelations.
Anna's Doctor: Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o-lanterns?
Dean: It's, a uh... a little-known translation.

Anna: [to Dean] It's really you. Oh, my God. The angels talk about you. You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out and some of them think you can help save us. [to Sam] And some of them don't like you at all.

Alastair: Hello again, Dean. Don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot, I'm wearing a pediatrician. But we were so close... in Hell.
Dean: Alastair?

[Sam is cleaning a gun. Someone knocks on the door. He grabs a shotgun and opens the door, revealing Ruby, possessing the coma girl. She holds up a piece of paper.]
Ruby: Proof. This body is 100% socially conscious. I recycle. Al Gore would be proud.
Sam: You grabbed a coma patient?
Ruby: You didn't want me to take a body with someone in it, and I made sure that the spirit was gone. Apartment was empty. You happy?
Sam: Why are you here?
Ruby: I can't bring Dean back. But I can get you something else that you want.
Sam: Huh. And, uh... what's that?
Ruby: Lilith.
Sam: You want me to use my psychic whatever.
Ruby: Look, I know that it spooks you...
Sam: Skip the speech. I'm ready. Let's go.
Ruby: Slow down there, cowboy.
Sam: Just tell me what I have to do.
Ruby: Look, Lilith is one scary bitch. When I was in the Pit, there was talk. She's cooking up something big, apocalyptic big.
Sam: So let's kill her.
Ruby: You want to go in there and half-ass it like before? We have the time to get it right. Let's get it right.
Sam: Okay. What do you want from me?
Ruby: Well, a little patience... and sobriety. Promise me that... and I will teach you everything I know.

[...]

(Dean interrupts Sam's story - right at the part where he's having sex with Ruby)
Dean: Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Dean: Too much information.
Sam: Hey, I told you I was coming clean.
Dean: Yeah, well, now I feel dirty. Okay, well, uh, brain-stabbing imagery aside... So far, all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad.
Sam: Yeah, well, there's more to the story.
Dean: Just... skip the nudity, please.
Dean: Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can't even touch the joint.
Ruby: Which I find racist, by the way.

Sam: Where's Bobby?
Dean: Uh, Dominican. He said if we break anything, we buy it.
Sam: Is he working a job?
Dean: God, I hope so. Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap.
Sam: Now that's seared in my brain.

Pamela: Sam, is that you?
Sam: I'm right here.
Pamela: Oh. Know how I can tell? That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing.

Dean: That's another question. Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?
Anna: You don't mean that.
Dean: I don't? A bunch of miserable bastards; I mean, eating, crapping, confused, afraid--
Anna: I don't know, there's loyalty, forgiveness, love--
Dean: Pain-
Anna: Chocolate cake--
Dean: Guilt--
Anna: Sex.
Dean: Yeah, you've got me there.

Dean: I know you heard him.
Sam: Who?
Dean: Alastair. What he said... About how I had promise.
Sam: I heard him.
Dean: You're not curious?
Sam: Dean, I'm damned curious. But you're not talking about Hell, and I'm not pushing.
Dean: It wasn't four months, you know.
Sam: What?
Dean: It was four months up here, but down there... I don't know. Time's different. It was more like 40 years.
Sam: My God.
Dean: 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 me off the rack. If I put souls on. If I started the torture. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The... the things that I did to them.
Sam: Dean... Dean, look, you held out for 30 years. That's longer than anyone would have.
Dean: How I feel, this... inside me... I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damned thing.
Sam: What are you doing?
Dean: What's it look like I'm doing?
Sam: Like you're looking for a job.
Dean: Yahtzee.

Dean: Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes.

Kate: Another motel? Awesome Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets like the last one.

Danny: You hunt ghosts?
Dean: That's right.
Danny: Like Scooby-Doo?
Dean: Better.

Dean: You know, I felt for those sons of bitches back there. Lifelong torture turns you into something like that.
Sam: You were in Hell, Dean. But maybe you did what you did there... but you're not them. They were barely human.
Dean: No, you're right. I wasn't like them. I was worse. They were animals, Sam. Defending territory. Me? I did it for the sheer pleasure.
Sam: What?
Dean: I enjoyed it, Sam. They took me off the rack, and I tortured souls, and I liked it. All those years; all that pain. Finally getting to deal some out yourself... I didn't care who they put in front of me, because that-that pain I felt, it just slipped away. No matter how many people I save, I can't change that. I can't fill this hole. Not ever.
Jay: Ah, who cares if it kills me? At least I'll go out with a headline.

Dean: I can't believe people actually fall for that crap.
Sam: It's not all crap.
Dean: What part of that was not a steaming pile of B.S.?
Sam: Okay, that was crap but that's not all magicians. It takes skill.
Dean: Oh, right, right, I forgot. You were actually into this stuff, weren't you? I mean, you had like a deck of cards and a wand?
Sam: Dude, I was thirteen. It was a phase.

Sam: Do you think we will?
Dean: What?
Sam: Die before we get old.
Dean: Haven't we both already?
Sam: You know what I mean, Dean. I mean, do you think we'll still be chasing demons when we're 60.
Dean: No. I think we'll be dead. For good. Why, do you want to end up like... like Travis, hm? Or Gordon, maybe?
Sam: There's Bobby.
Dean: Oh, yeah, there's a poster child for growing old gracefully.

Dean: Yeah, it's time we had a little chat with Jay. Any luck tailin' him?
Sam: He slipped me.
Dean: He's a sixty-year-old.
Sam: He's a magician.

Jay: You know, Charlie was like my brother, and now he's dead because I did the right thing. He offered me a gift and I just threw it back in his face, so now I have to spend the rest of my life old and alone. What's so right about that?
Dean: Today, you will have the honor of playing one of the greatest games ever invented. A game of skill, agility, cunning. A game with one simple rule. Dodge.

Young Dean: That kid's dead.
Young Sam: Dean.
Young Dean: I'm gonna rip his lungs out!
Young Sam: It's not a big deal.
Young Dean: Not a big deal? Sammy, look at yourself. If Dad was here...
Young Sam: He's not.
Young Dean: Well, I am. And as soon as I'm finished with that dick...
Young Sam: Just shut up, okay? I don't need your help.
Young Dean: That's right, you don't. You could've torn him apart, so why didn't you?
Young Sam: Because I don't wanna be the freak for once, Dean. I wanna be normal.

Young Sam: Any word from Dad?
Young Dean: He called this morning. Says it's going to be another week, at least. We weren't supposed to be here this long.
Young Sam: At least you've got Amanda. She's cool.
Young Dean: Dude, she wants me to meet her parents. I don't do parents.

Mr. Wyatt: Do you want to go into the family business, Sam?
Young Sam: No one's ever asked me that before.
Mr. Wyatt: Well?
Young Sam: More than anything, no.
Mr. Wyatt: I don't want to, uh, overstep my bounds here, but you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Look, I mean, I know what it's like. Okay, I come from a family of surgeons, and that wasn't me. So, I, you know, traded in the money and prestige of being a doctor for all the glamour you see around you. The point is, there are maybe three or four big choices that shapes someone's whole life. And you need to be the one that makes them, not anyone else. You seem like a great kid, Sam. Just live the life you want to live.

Dirk: Sam Winchester, still a bully. You, you jocks, you popular kids. You always thought you were better than everybody else. To you, I was just "Dirk the Jerk" right? Now you evil sons of bitches are going to get what's coming to you.
Sam: I'm not evil, Dirk. I'm not. And neither were you. Trust me, I've seen real evil. We were scared and miserable and we took it out on each other. Us and everybody else, that's high school. But you suffer through that, and it gets better. I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that.
Sam: I just talked to Bobby. We officially have a theory.
Dean: What's that?
Sam: Siren.
Dean: Like Greek myth siren? The Odyssey? Hey, I read.

Dean: What the hell am I supposed to do with him?
Sam: Just take him to the strip club, keep an eye out for the siren. Come on, Dean. Just, just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there.
Dean: I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for the girls.

Nick: Dean's all mine.
Sam: You poisoned him.
Nick: Nah, I gave him what he needed. And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him. That he could trust. And now he loves me. He'd do anything for me.

Dean: Well, I dunno when it happened. Maybe when I was in Hell. Maybe when I was starin' right at you. But the Sam I knew; he's gone.
Sam: That so.
Dean: And it's not the demon blood or the psychic crap... it's the little stuff. The lies. The secrets.
Sam: Oh yeah, what secrets?
Dean: Your phone calls to Ruby, for one.
Sam: So I need your say-so to make a phone call?
Dean: That's the point. You're hiding things from me. What else aren't you telling me?
Sam: None of your business.
Dean: See what I mean? We used to be in this together. We used to have each other's backs!
Sam: Okay, fine, you wanna know why I didn't tell you about Ruby? And how we're hunting down Lilith? Because you're too weak to go after her, Dean. You're holding me back. I'm a better hunter than you are. Stronger, smarter; I can take out demons you're too scared to go near.
Dean: That's crap.
Sam: You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, whining about all the souls you tortured in Hell, boo-hoo. [The brothers start to fight] You're not standin' in my way, anymore!

Sam: Dean, look, you know I didn't mean the things I said back there, right? That it was just the Siren's spell talking?
Dean: Of course. Me, too.
Sam: Okay. So... so we're good?
Dean: Yeah, we're good.
Sam: What?
Dean: This job is jacked that's what.
Sam: How so?
Dean: You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, lets light it up, right? Bu- But this? If we fix whatever this is, people are going to start dropping dead. Good people.
Sam: Look, I-I don't want them to die either, Dean, but there's a... natural order.
Dean: You're kidding right?
Sam: [laughing] What?
Dean: You don't see the irony in that? I mean, you and me, we're like the poster boys of the unnatural order. All we do is ditch death.
Sam: Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us. Do they?
Dean : We're no different than anybody else.
Sam : I'm infected with demon blood. You've been to Hell. Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, but you're not. Neither am I. The sooner you accept that the better off you're gonna be.
Dean: Joe the Plumber was a douche.

Alastair: You're stronger, Sam. You've been soloflexing with your little slut.
Sam: You have no idea.

Pamela: I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are.
Sam: Well, Pamela, you are a sight for sore eyes.
Pamela: [laughs] Ah, that's sweet, Grumpy. What do you say to deaf people?

Pamela: Tell me something, geniuses. Even if you do break into the Veil and you find the Reaper, how you going to save it?
Dean: With style and class.

Tessa: I've been around death from the get-go. You know what I see most? Lies. "He's in a better place." "At least they're together now." You all lie to yourselves, Dean because, like you said, deep down you're all scared. Stop lying to yourself, Dean.
Dean: What?
Tessa: "The angels have something good in store for you." "A second chance." Really? Because, I'm pretty sure... deep down you know something nasty's coming down the road. Trust your instincts, Dean. There's no such thing as miracles.
Dean: I want to talk to Cas alone.
Uriel: I think I'll go seek... revelation. We might have some further orders.
Dean: Well, get some doughnuts while you're out.
Uriel: [laughs] Ah, this one, just won't quit, will he? I think I'm starting to like you boy. [Uriel disappears]
Dean: You guys don't walk enough. You're gonna get flabby. You know, I'm starting to think Junkless has a better sense of humor than you do.
Castiel: Uriel's the funniest angel in the garrison. Ask anyone.
Dean: What's goin' on, Cas? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?
Castiel: My superiors have begun to question my sympathies.
Dean: Your sympathies?
Castiel: I was getting too close to the humans in my charge: you. They feel I've begun to express emotions; doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment.
Dean: Well, tell Uriel, or whoever, you do not want me doing this. Trust me.
Castiel: Want it, no. But I've been told we need it.
Dean: You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out.
Castiel: For what it's worth, I would give anything not to have you do this.

Alastair: I had your pop on my rack for close to a century.
Dean: You can't stall forever.
Alastair: John Winchester made quite a name for himself. A hundred years. After each session I'd... I'd make him the same offer I made you: I'd put down my blade if he picked one up...
Dean: Just give me the demon's name, Alastair.
Alastair: But he said, "nein," each and every time. Damned if I couldn't break him. Pulled out all the stops. But John, he was made of something unique, the stuff of heroes. And then came Dean. Dean Winchester. I thought I was up against it again. But, daddy's little girl, he broke. He broke in thirty. Ah, just not the man your daddy wanted you to be, huh, Dean? No. Now we're getting somewhere. Holy water? Come on, Grasshopper, you're gonna have to get creative to impress me.
Dean: You know something, Alastair? I could still dream, even in Hell. And over and over and over, you know what I dreamt? I dreamt of this moment. And believe me... I've got a few ideas. Let's get started.

Anna: Why are you letting Dean do this?
Castiel: He's doing God’s work.
Anna: Torturing? That’s God's work? Stop him, Cas. Please. Before you ruin the one real weapon you have.
Castiel: Who are we to question the will of God?
Anna: Unless this isn't His will.
Castiel: Then where do the orders come from?
Anna: I don't know. One of our superiors, maybe. But not Him.

Alastair: You know, it was supposed to be your father. He was supposed to bring it on. But in the end, it was you.
Dean: Bring what on?
Alastair: Every night, the same offer, remember? Same as your father, and finally you said, "Sign me up." Oh, the first time you picked up my razor, the first time you sliced into that weeping bitch. That was the first Seal.
Dean: You're lying.
Alastair: "And it is written that the first Seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in hell. As he breaks, so shall it break." We had to break the first Seal before any others. Only way to get the dominoes to fall, right? Topple the one at the front of the line. When we win, when we bring on the Apocalypse and burn this earth down, we'll owe it all to you, Dean Winchester. Believe me, son, I wouldn't lie about that. It's kind of a religious sort of thing, I think.
Dean: No, I don't think you are lying. But even if the demons do win, you won't be there to see it.

Castiel: Are you alright?
Dean: No thanks to you.
Castiel: You need to be more careful.
Dean: You need to learn how to manage a damned Devil's Trap.
Castiel: That's not what I mean. Uriel is dead.
Dean: Was it the demons?
Castiel: It was disobedience. He was working against us.
Dean: Is it true? Did I break the first Seal? Did I start all this?
Castiel: Yes. When we discovered Lilith's plan for you, we laid siege to Hell. And we fought our way to get to you before you–
Dean: Jump-started the apocalypse.
Castiel: We were too late.
Dean: Why didn't you just leave me there, then?
Castiel: It's not blame that falls on you, Dean. It's fate. "The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it." You have to stop it.
Dean: Lucifer? The apocalypse? What does that mean? Hey! Don't you go disappearing on me you son of a bitch. What does that mean?
Castiel: I don't know.
Dean: Bull!
Castiel: I don't. Dean, they don't tell me much. I know our fate rests with you.
Dean: Well, then you guys are screwed. I can't do it, Cas. It's too big. Alastair was right. I'm not all here, I'm not st—I'm not strong enough. Well, I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It's not me.
Sam: Can I ask you a question?
Dean: Look, man, I told you, I'm not into the, uh...
Sam: Oh dude, come on, I'm not either. I just wanna ask you one question.

Dean: We do what I do best, Sammy. Research.
Sam: Okay. Did you just call me "Sammy"?
Dean: Did I?
Sam: I think you did. Yeah. Don't.

Dean: Details are everything! You don't want to go fighting ghosts without any health insurance.

Zachariah: Real place, real haunting. Just plunked you in the middle without the benefit of your memories.
Dean: Just to shake things up? Hmm? So you guys can have fun watching us run around like assclowns in monkey suits!?
Zachariah: To prove to you that the path you're on is truly in your blood. You're a Hunter. Not because your dad made you, not because God called you back from Hell, but because it is what you are and you love it. You'll find your way to it in the dark every single time, and you're miserable without it. Dean, let's be real here. You're good at this.

Zachariah: You'll do everything you're destined to do, all of it. But I know, I know, you... you're not strong enough, you're scared, you got daddy issues, you can't do it, right?
Dean: Angel or not, I will stab you in your face.
Zachariah: All I'm saying is, it's how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things, save people, maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with women. This isn't a curse, it's a gift. So for God's sakes, Dean, quit whining about it. Look around: there are plenty of fates worse than yours. So, you with me? You want to go steam yourself another latte, or are you ready to stand up and be who you really are?
Dean: [reading a Supernatural book] This is freakin' insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?
Sam: You've got me.
Dean: Everything is in here. I mean everything, from the racist truck to--to me having sex. I'm full frontal in here, dude.

Dean: There's Sam girls and Dean girls. And... what's a slash fan?
Sam: As in... Sam slash Dean. Together.
Dean: Like... together together?
Sam: Yeah.
Dean: They do know we're brothers, right?
Sam: Doesn't seem to matter.
Dean: Ah, come on. That... that's just sick.

Sam: Well, we're hoping that our article can... shine a light on an under-appreciated series.
Sera: Yeah! Yeah, I mean, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press, then maybe we could start publishing again!
Dean: No, no, no. God no. I mean, why, why would you want to do that? You know, it's uh... such a complete series. What with Dean going to Hell, and all.
Sera: Oh, my God. That was one of my favorite ones because Dean was so... strong and sad and brave. And Sam... oh, I mean the best parts are when they cry, you know, like in... in "Heart." When Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in "Home," when Dean had to call John and ask him for help. If only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings.
Dean: Real men?
Sera: Oh... I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmm?
Dean: Well, right now I'm crying on the inside.
Sera: Is that supposed to be funny?
Dean: Lady, this whole thing is funny.

Sam: You think I'll do it, don't you? You think I'll go darkside.
Dean: Yes! Okay? Yes. The way you've been acting lately! The things you've been doing! Oh, I know. How you ripped Alistair apart like it was nothing, like you were swatting a fly. Cas told me, okay?
Sam: ...What else did he tell you?
Dean: Nothing I don't already know. That you've been using your psychic crap and you've been getting stronger; we just don't know why and we don't know how.
Sam: It's not what you think...
Dean: Then what is it, Sam?! 'Cause I'm at a total loss!

Zachariah: Did you see it?
Chuck: Who are you?
Zachariah: I'm Zachariah. You may know me from your work.
Chuck: What do you want?
Zachariah: Did you see it?
Chuck: Is it true? Is all of that really going to happen?
Zachariah: Have you been wrong so far?
Chuck: I've gotta warn Sam and Dean!
Zachariah: I wouldn't advise it. People shouldn't know too much about their own destiny. You try, and I'll stop you. Where are you going?
Chuck: To go kill myself.
Zachariah: Don't be melodramatic, Chuck. We'd only bring you back to life.
Chuck: What am I supposed to do?
Zachariah: What you always do. Write.
Dean: Now I'm thinking about dad sex, stop talking.
Sam: Maybe he slipped one past the goalie.
Dean: Dude!

Adam: He's a mechanic, right?
Dean: A car fell on him.

Adam: Okay, so basically you're saying that every movie monster, every nightmare that I've ever had, that's all real.
Dean: Godzilla's just a movie.

Adam: How can I help?
Dean: You can't.
Adam: This thing killed my mom. If you're hunting it, I want in.
Dean: No.
Sam: Dean, look maybe...
Dean: [interrupting] Maybe what?
Sam: He lost his mother. Maybe we can understand what that feels like.
Dean: Why do you think Dad never told us about this kid, Sam, huh? Why do you think he ripped out the pages?
Sam: Because...
Dean: [interrupting] Because he was protecting him!
Sam: Dad's dead, Dean.
Dean: It doesn't matter! He didn't want Adam to have our lives, okay? And we're gonna respect his wishes.
Adam: Do I get a say in this?
Dean and Sam (in unison): No!

Dean: You know I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much. You two are practically the same person. I mean, I worshiped the guy, y'know. I-I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listened to the same music. But you are more like him than I will ever be. I see that now.
Sam: I'll take that as a compliment.
Dean: You can take it any way you want.
Castiel: We need to talk.
Dean: I'm dreaming, aren't I?
Castiel: It's not safe here... someplace more private.
Dean: More private? We're inside my head.
Castiel: Exactly. Someone could be listening.
Dean: Cas, what's wrong?
Castiel: Meet me here. Go now.

Sam: You have to come with us.
Jimmy: How long? And don't give me that "cross that bridge when we get to it" crap.
Sam: Don't you get it? Forever. The demons will never stop. You can never be with your family. So, you either get as far away from them as possible, or you put a bullet in your head. And that's how you keep your family safe. But there's no getting out and there's no going home.
Dean: Well, don't sugarcoat it, Sam.
Sam: I'm just telling him the truth, Dean. Someone has to.

Castiel/Claire: Of course we keep our promises. Of course you have our gratitude. You served us well. Your work is done. It's time to go home now. Your real home. You'll rest forever in the fields of the Lord. Rest now, Jimmy.
Jimmy: Claire!
Castiel/Claire: She's with me now. She's chosen. It's in her blood. As it was in yours.
Jimmy: Please, Castiel. You need to take me. Take me, please.
Castiel/Claire: I want to make sure you understand. You won't die, or age. If this last year was painful for you, picture a hundred. A thousand more like it.
Jimmy: It doesn't matter! You take me! Just take me.
Castiel/Claire: As you wish.

Dean: Cas, hold up. What were you gonna tell me?
Castiel: I learned my lesson while I was away, Dean. I serve Heaven, I don't serve man. And I certainly don't serve you.

[Bobby, Sam, and Dean are standing outside Bobby's panic room]
Bobby: Go on inside, I want to show you something. [Sam walks in]
Sam: Alright. So, uh, what's the big demon problem?
Bobby: You are. This is for your own good [locks Sam inside the panic room].
Sam: Dean, I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith.

Dean: How long is this gonna go on?
Bobby: Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh, wait. No one ever wrote one.

Young Sam: The answer's, yes, you're hallucinating. That's right, it's me. Or, I mean, it's you
Sam: I'm losing my mind.
Young Sam: Definitely.
Sam: What do you want?
Young Sam: An explanation. How could you do this to me? I thought we were gonna be normal.
Sam: I tried. I did. It didn't pan out that way. Sorry, kid.
Young Sam: "Sorry, kid." That's what you have to say? It's all we ever wanted. We were so close! You got away from Dad, you quit hunting, you were gonna become a lawyer and get married. Why'd you blow it?
Sam: Look, they killed Jessica.
Young Sam: Yeah, and if you hadn't run off with Dean, if you'd been there to protect her, she'd still be alive.
Sam: I know.
Young Sam: Think Jess would want you to turn into this? She loved you! You think she'd be happy, you using her as an excuse?
Sam: I'm sorry. I am, but life doesn't turn out the way you thought it would when you were 14 years old. We were never gonna be normal. We were never gonna get away. Grow up.
Young Sam: Maybe you're right. Maybe there's no escape. After all, how can you run from what's inside you? [eyes turn yellow]

[Sam unlocks the door to Bobby's car and sees Bobby standing behind him with a shot gun, Sam slowly stands]
Bobby: [cocks shotgun] Uh-uh, Sam. The only place you're going is back inside with me.
Sam: No.
Bobby: Damn it, boy.
Sam: You won't shoot me, Bobby.
Bobby: Don't test me.
Sam: You won't do it. [walks forward until Bobbby's gun is pressed to his stomach] You can't do it.
Bobby: We're trying to help you, Sam.
Sam: [places one hand on the barrel of the gun and raises it to his heart] Then shoot.

Sam: Stop bossing me around, Dean! Look, my whole life you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now, I am asking you. For once, trust me.
Dean: No. You don't know what you're doing, Sam.
Sam: Yes, I do!
Dean: Then that's worse!
Sam: Why? Look I'm telling you-
Dean: Because it's not something that you're doing, it's what you are! It means...
Sam: What? No. Say it!
Dean: It means you're a monster.
Dominic Lehne / Yellow-Eyed Demon: Our Father, who art in... Heaven. Hallowed be Thy name. Thy Kingdom come, blah blah blah, lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Truer words never spoken, huh, Sisters? But sometimes, it feels it's difficult to know the Creator. Sometimes, I feel, in a very literal sense, that I have been wandering the desert for years, looking for our father! Well, not "our" father. My father, see, he's in jail. Your Dad put him there. I almost gave up hope! But, "ye of little faith", because I finally found him. Or, at least, y'know, the spot where his Cage door opens. It's right here. In a damn convent, for God's sake! Life is funny.
Nun: Uh, father--?
Dominic Lehne / Yellow-Eyed Demon: Shut your friggin' pie-hole you little slut! Then again, I suppose it makes sense! Folks forget, my daddy is an angel, after all. Or, was. I mean, I suppose some dumb bastard stood here, felt a jolt of his Holy Juice and thought "I'm gonna build me a nun factory!" Well... It was the right idea. Wrong angel. So, um... If any of you gals are the praying type... Now would be a good time to start.

Dean: I'm not even sure if he's still my brother any more. If he ever was.
Bobby: You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well boo-hoo. I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good? Make you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family.
Dean: I told him, "You walk out that door, don't come back," and he walked out anyway. That was his choice!
Bobby: You sound like a whiny brat... No, you sound like your dad. Well let me tell you something, your dad was a coward.
Dean: My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward...
Bobby: He'd rather push Sam away then reach out to him. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was, so you do both of us a favor. Don't be him.

Dean: I'm still pissed, and I owe you a serious beatdown, but... I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm not Dad. We're brothers, you know, we're family, and, uh, no matter how bad it gets, that doesn't change. Sammy, I'm sorry.

Dean: Tell me something. Where's God in all this?
Zachariah: God? God has left the building.

Castiel: You can't reach him, Dean. You're outside your coverage zone.
Dean: What're you gonna do to Sam?
Castiel: Nothing. He's gonna do it to himself.
Dean: What's that supposed to mean? Oh right, right. Better toe the company line. Why are you here, Cas?
Castiel: We've been through much together, you and I; I just wanted to say I'm sorry it ended like this.
Dean: Sorry? [Dean hits Castiel] It's Armageddon, Cas, you need a bigger word than "sorry."
Castiel: Try to understand; this is long foretold, this is your--
Dean: Destiny? Don't give me that "holy" crap. Destiny, God's plan... It's all a bunch of lies, you poor, stupid, son of a bitch! It's just a way for your bosses to keep me and keep you in line! You know what's real? People, families - that's real. And you're gonna watch them all burn?
Castiel: What is so worth saving?! I see nothing but pain here. I see inside you, I see your guilt, your anger, confusion. In Paradise, all is forgiven. You'll be at peace. Even with Sam.
Dean: You can take your peace... and shove it up your lily-white ass. 'Cause I'll take the pain and the guilt. I'll even take Sam as is. It's a lot better than being some Stepford bitch in Paradise. This is simple, Cas! No more crap about being a good soldier; there is a right, and there is a wrong here, and you know it. Look at me! You know it! And you were gonna help me once, weren't you? You were gonna warn me about all this, before they dragged you back to Bible Camp. Help me, now. Please.
Castiel: What would you have me do?
Dean: Get me to Sam. We can stop this before it's too late!
Castiel: I do that, we will all be hunted! We'll all be killed!
Dean: If there is anything worth dying for... this is it... [Castiel shakes his head] You spineless, soulless, son of a bitch. What do you care about dying? You're already dead. We're done.
Castiel: Dean.
Dean: We're done.

Ruby: I can't believe it.
Sam: Ruby, what's going on?
Ruby: You did it. I-I mean, it was a little touch and go there for a while, but you did it.
Sam: What? What-what did I do?
Ruby: You opened the door, and now he's free at last. He's free at last!
Sam: No, no, no-he, uh, Lilith. I stopped her. I killed her!
Ruby: "And it is written, that the first demon shall be the last Seal." And you bust her open, now guess who's coming to dinner.
Sam: Oh my god...
Ruby: Guess again!

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