(Bobby is trapped in a nightmare...)
Dean Winchester: I'm telling you, all of it. Your house, your wife, it's a nightmare.
Bobby Singer: I killed her.
Dean Winchester: Bobby! This is your dream that you can wake up. I mean, hell, you can do anything.
Bobby Singer: Just leave me alone. Let her kill me already.
Dean Winchester: Look at me. You snap out of this now. You gotta snap out of this now. You're not gonna die. I'm not gonna let you die. You're like a father to me. You gotta believe me, please.
Bobby Singer: I'm dreaming?
Dean Winchester: Yes. Now take control of it.
Bobby Singer: I gotta admit I could use your help. Something big is going down. End-of-the-world big.
Dean Winchester: Well, then let it end!
Bobby Singer: You don't mean that.
Dean Winchester: You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it.
Bobby Singer: You got a trickster on your hands.
Dean Winchester: That's what I thought.
Sam Winchester: What? No you didn't...
Bobby Singer: Well, I gotta tell you... you guys were the biggest clue.
Sam Winchester: What do you mean?
Bobby Singer: These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing. And it's got you so turned around... and at each other's throats, you can't even think straight. The laptop. The tires. It knows you're onto him. And it's been playing you like fiddles.
Bobby Singer: Normal year, I hear of... say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops. This year, I heard of 27 so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us. A lot more.
Sam Winchester: Do you know why?
Bobby Singer: No, but I know it's something big. Storm's coming. And you boys and your daddy... you are smack in the middle of it.
Bobby Singer: Life's a little different when you can't just zap people around, huh?
Jack: A lot different.
Bobby Singer: Yeah. You'll get used to it. Truth be told, this stuff didn't come all that easy for me, either. Had my ass handed to me more times than I can count.
Jack: But you kept fighting?
Bobby Singer: You got to. As a wise man once said, “It ain't how hard ya hit. It's how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward”.
Jack: Was that Gandhi?
Bobby Singer: Probably. Yeah, somethin' like that. Yeah.