Dean Winchester: You didn't.Sam Winchester: Oh, I did.
Bobby Singer: Kind of a tight fit, don't you think?Dean Winchester: It's all right: they're idiots; they can't pick a lock.Bobby Singer: Don't you ever get tired of being wrong?Dean Winchester: I'm making this stuff up as I go. Sue me.
Missouri Moseley: Boy, you put your foot on my coffee table, I'm 'a whack you with a spoon!Dean Winchester: I didn't do anything!Missouri Moseley: Well you were thinkin' about it!
Sam Winchester: Hey. What are you doing?Dean Winchester: I'm not gonna give up. That's what I'm doing. Not just gonna sit in this crypt and wait for the walls to come down.Sam Winchester: You heard Rowena.Dean Winchester: Yeah, I heard her, okay? Ghosts are gonna bust out and they're gonna swallow this world. And you want to what, just relax? Take a knee? No. No, we were gonna end this, Sam. Like you said. We're gonna be free.Sam Winchester: I know, Dean, I-I just...Sam Winchester: This feels bigger than us. You know? And--And I'm out of ideas, and... And I'm freak, too.Dean Winchester: Oh, I'm not freaked. I'm angry, okay? I'm pissed.Sam Winchester: At God.Dean Winchester: Yes.Sam Winchester: Me tooDean Winchester: I mean, this whole mess, you know? This --This sloppy-ass ghostpolcalypse-- that's Chuck's ending? No. No, I don't think so. After everything he has put us through ? I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some glorified fanboy get the last word.