Dean Winchester: Why don't You just snap your fingers and end it?!
Chuck: Look, I...
Sam Winchester: And every other bad thing we've been killing, been dying over... where were you? Just sitting back and watching us suffer so we can do this over and over and over again... fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me.
Chuck: Dean, don't do this.
Dean Winchester: No, we're done talking. 'Cause this... this isn't just a story. It's our lives! So God or no God, you go to hell.
(Dean decides not to shoot Jack and throws away the gun...)
Chuck: No! Pick it up! Pick it up.
Dean Winchester: The hell, Chuck?
Chuck: This isn't how the story is supposed to end.
Castiel: The story?
Chuck: Lookit, the... the... the gathering storm, the gun, the... the father killing his own son. This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic!
Dean Winchester: Wait. What are you saying?
Sam Winchester: He's saying he's been playing us. This whole time.
Chuck: Come on.
Sam Winchester: Our entire lives. Mom, Dad... everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because... Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story?
Dean Winchester: And you're here because...
Castiel: Because of Jack.
Chuck: Listen, you guys know me. I'm hands-off. I built the sandbox... you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against... what was it?... the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay. But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that's when I have to step in.
Sam Winchester: So You're saying Jack is Apocalyptic?
Dean Winchester: When people can't lie, the Internet gets real quiet. Yeah, guess your life isn't so perfect after all, EightPackMommy.
Sam Winchester: What?
Dean Winchester: Yeah, she's got this blog. Yeah, you know what? Your kids aren't that cute. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there's no gluten in it. You know what I mean? I'll stop talking.
Dean Winchester: Tell me who your favorite singer is.
Sam Winchester: What?
Dean Winchester: You... Look, I know you say it's Elvis, but we both know that's crap, so tell me who your favorite singer is.
Sam Winchester: Well, it's like you said. It's Celine Dion. Uh... I mean Celine Dion. It's Celi... Dean, every time I try and say "Elvis," it comes out...
Dean Winchester: The sad, horrible truth.
Dean Winchester: Nerds.
Sam Winchester: Takes one to know one.
Dean Winchester: What?
Sam Winchester: You. Come on, man. You're always calling me a geek, but you know every word to every Led Zeppelin song... backwards and forwards... you can discuss in detail every major rock drummer between '67 and '84, and... you watch "Jeopardy!" every night.
Castiel: You should never have tried to lock him away.
Dean Winchester: You know what? You're right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead.
Dean Winchester: He's dangerous, Cas, and you knew it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything there is. And this... Jack... oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster.
Dean Winchester: We know it wasn't easy for some of you to get here, and we thank you. We... We gave her a Hunter's send-off a few days ago. But we know that her family went beyond just us. Some of you Hunted alongside her. Some of you fought Michael with her in the other world. You know, we lost our mom once before. But we got a second chance with her. And we got to know her not just as "Mom," but... as someone who was tough and strong. Stubborn as Hell. Someone who had opinions and wasn't shy to use them. She could handle a machete. She could handle a vampire. She could handle our old man. She couldn't cook worth a damn. Mom, you weren't here long enough. But we're... we're so glad for the time that we had. Goodbye, Mom.
Sam Winchester: Bye, Mom.
Everyone: To Mary.