Sam Winchester: Dude. Drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything into a punchline. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid.
Dean Winchester: I'm not.
Sam Winchester: You're lying. And you may as well drop it, 'cause I can see right through you.
Dean Winchester: You have no idea what you're talking about.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because you're year is running out, and you're still going to Hell, and you're freaked.
Dean Winchester: And how do you know that?
Sam Winchester: Because I know you!
Dean Winchester: Really?
Sam Winchester: Yeah, because I've been following you around my entire life. I mean, I've been looking up to you since I was four, Dean. Studying you, trying to be just like my big brother.So, yeah, I know you. Better than anyone else in the entire world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And, I mean, I can't blame you. It's just...
Dean Winchester: What?
Sam Winchester: It's just, I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again, 'cause... just 'cause.
Sam Winchester: You know man, I'm sick and tired of your old stupid kamikazee trick.
Dean Winchester: Whoa whoa whoa. Kamikazee? I'm more like a ninja.
Sam Winchester: That's not funny.
Dean Winchester: It's a little Funny.
Sam Winchester: No it's not.
Dean Winchester: What do you want me to do same? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm going to die. Well hey I got one. What rhymes with SHUT UP SAM!
Sam Winchester: How the hell did he know where to find us?
Dean Winchester: ...That bitch.
[pulls out phone and dials]
Dean Winchester: Hi Bela.
Bela Talbot: Hello Dean.
Dean Winchester: Question for you - when you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?
Bela Talbot: No. Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were.
Dean Winchester: Excuse me?
Bela Talbot: Well, he had a gun on me. What else was I supposed to do?
Dean Winchester: [angry] I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by!
Bela Talbot: I did fully intend to call, I just got a bit side-tracked.
Dixon: I was desperate. Have you ever felt desperate? I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?
Dean Winchester: Well... There's Hell.
Sam Winchester: I wish you would drop the show and be my brother again, 'cause... just 'cause.
Bela Talbot: What's so pressing about finding the boys anyway?
Gordon Walker: Sam Winchester is the Anti-Christ.
Bela Talbot: Mmmm... I'd heard something about that...
Gordon Walker: It's true.
Bela Talbot: ...who'd heard it from my good friend. The Easter Bunny. Who'd heard it from the Tooth Fairy. Are you off your meds?
Dean Winchester: Sam, I don't need you to sign me a permission slip.
Lucy: I took something.
Dean Winchester: Something?
Lucy: Something new. Better than anything else you've ever tried. He put a few drops in my drink.
Dean Winchester: Was the drug red and thick?
[Lucy nods her head]
Dean Winchester: Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, you just took a big steaming shot of the nastiest virus out there.