Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? You be quiet!
Castiel: We have your grace, Metatron. You're mortal now. So you will answer our questions, or Sam will, um... what's the phrase? Blow your fricking brains out. It's called leverage, Metatron.Sam Winchester: Learn it, live it, love it.
Dean Winchester: Holy sh...! UFO! UFO!Sam Winchester: Whoa, dude, stop yelling. You're breaking up. I didn't catch that last part.Dean Winchester: Close encounter! Close encounter!Sam Winchester: Close encounter? What kind? First, second?Dean Winchester: They're after me!Sam Winchester: Third kind already? You better run, man. I think the fourth kind's a butt thing.Dean Winchester: Empathy, Sam! Empathy!
Dean Winchester: Ah!Dean Winchester: Wha-?Bobby Singer: You okay?Dean Winchester: Bobby, you're alive.Bobby Singer: Of course, I am. Why are you on the floor?Dean Winchester: They gave me morphine. A lot.Dean Winchester: Hey look, a monster broke my leg.