Dean Winchester: So we're talking ghosts?Sam Winchester: Yeah.Dean Winchester: Zombies?Sam Winchester: Mm-hmm.Dean Winchester: Leprechauns?Sam Winchester: Dean.Dean Winchester: Those little dudes are scary. Small hands.
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.
So... Atlantic City? All-you-can-eat. And possibly one all-powerful cosmic being. Come on, man, sounds like a road trip to me.
It's like Mission Pathetic, watch out.