Billie: Since I got this... new job, I stand witness to a much larger picture. Do you know what I see? You. And your brother. You're important.
Dean Winchester: Why?
Billie: You have work to do.
Billie: Because... this whole multi-versal quantum construct we live in, it's like a house of cards. And the last thing I need is some big, dumb Winchester knocking it all down.
Dean Winchester: Hmm. That does sound like us.
Dean Winchester: Dude, what is going on with you?
Sam Winchester: What are you talking about?
Dean Winchester: All day. You give me a-a beer for breakfast. You... you gave me Agent Page, which you always like to be. You... you didn't whine about me blaring my music the whole way here. And when we stopped for lunch, you ordered me chili fries.
Sam Winchester: You love chili fries.
Dean Winchester: Everybody loves chili fries. That's not the point. Now you wanna go hang out at a strip club? You hate strip clubs.
Sam Winchester: No, I don't.
Dean Winchester: Dude, the last lap dance you had was... was at Christmas. It was a gift paid for by me. You spent the entire song trying to convince the girl that she should go to nursing school. So what is it? It is my birthday? Did... did I win a bet that I don't know about? What?
Sam Winchester: No, nothing. Nothing. I-I mean, I'm just trying to be nice.
Sam Winchester: Dean, what's up with all the orders? You're starting to sound like Dad.
Dean Winchester: That a bad thing?
Sam Winchester: I'm just saying his... his drill sergeant act worked with you... but it didn't work with me. And that's not the way we're gonna get through to Jack.
Dean Winchester (to Sam about Jack): What about Cas? He manipulated him. He made him promises. Said "Paradise on Earth," and Cas bought it. And you know what that got him? It got him dead! Now you might be able to forget about that, but I can't!
Jack (pointing at Bible): God. He's in here, too. Is he famous or something?
Sam Winchester: Yeah. Um, God basically... created everything.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, and then he skipped out, leaving guys like us to clean up his messes like Lucifer.
Dean Winchester: Wait, wait, wait. (stopping Jack from taking a beer) How old do you think you are?
Jack: 3 days, 17 hours, and 42 minutes. (Dean lets him drink it)
Dean Winchester (to Jack): You can slow down, you know. That stuff's not gonna disappear.
Sam Winchester: Ever seen you eat, Dean?
Dean Winchester: This is a bad idea. We should've just kept driving.
Sam Winchester: Dude... you were hallucinating sheep on the road. We need a few hours.
Sam Winchester (to Jack): You say thank you. And you say you're sorry. You hope they're somewhere without, uh, sadness or pain. You hope they're somewhere better. You say goodbye.
Dean Winchester: Well, goodbye, Cas. Goodbye, Kelly. Goodbye, Crowley. Goodbye, Mom.
Dean Winchester (praying): Okay, Chuck... or God or whatever. I... I need your help. See, you... you left us. You left us. You went off... You said... you said the Earth would be fine because it had me and it had Sam, but it's not, and we're not. We've lost everything. And now you're gonna bring him back. Okay? You're gonna bring back Cas, you're gonna bring back Mom, you're gonna bring 'em all back. All of them. Even Crowley. 'Cause after everything that you've done, you owe us, you son of a bitch. So you get your ass down here and you make this right. Right here and right now! Please. Please help us.