EvilDean: Dad knew who you really were. Good solider, nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?
Dean Winchester: Son of a bitch!
[shoves Evil Dean]
Dean Winchester: My father was an obsessed bastard!
[kick Evil Dean against the wall. Hits him with the sawed off shot gun and pins him with it]
Dean Winchester: All that crap he dumped on me about protecting Sam, that was his crap. He's the one that couldn't protect his family!
[hits Evil Dean again]
Dean Winchester: He's the one who let mom die! Who wasn't there for Sam, I always was! It wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me and I don't deserve to go to Hell!
[shoots Evil Dean, killing him instantly]
EvilDean: [wakes up with demon black eyes] You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this. This is what you are going to become!
Dean Winchester: Dude, you were out. And makin' some serious happy noises. Who were you dreaming about?
Sam Winchester: What? No one. Nothing.
Dean Winchester: Come on, you can tell me. Angelina Jolie?
Sam Winchester: No.
Dean Winchester: Brad Pitt?
Sam Winchester: No!
Sam Winchester: So what's Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?
Dean Winchester: Unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation...
Dean Winchester: Silene Capinses. Which, of course, means... absolutely nothing to me.
Dean Winchester: I take it we believe the legends.
Sam Winchester: When don't we?
Dean Winchester: Should we dim the lights and synch up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon?
Sam Winchester: Why?
Dean Winchester: What did you DO during college?
Sam Winchester: Dean, are you sure you don't want me to drive? You seem a little... caffeinated.
Dean Winchester: Thanks for the newsflash, Edison!
Dean Winchester: Pack your crap.
Sam Winchester: Why? Where are we going?
Dean Winchester: We're gonna go hunt the bitch down.
Dean Winchester: What the hell, Bobby?
Bobby Singer: Don't yell at me, boy! I'm workin' my ass off here.
Dean Winchester: Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just - I'm tired. What's Bela got?
Bobby Singer: She's got nothin'.
Dean Winchester: Great! I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now!