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Mason Romero: Look, if those monsters are out there, why don't you tell people? Give them... well, us... A chance to fight back?

Dean Winchester: Because telling people about this stuff... They don't always believe. Your people tried to warn you about this whistling freak. Nobody bought it. Not even you.

Mason Romero: So? Just record them, put it on YouTube.

Dean Winchester: Knowing about monsters and fighting 'em are two different things.

Mason Romero: So you make that choice for everybody? Imagine telling them. Imagine the lives you could save.

Sam Winchester: No. No. It doesn't work like that. People die. Even when they know how to fight, people still die.

Sam Winchester: Kohonta.

Dean Winchester: Gesundheit.

Sam Winchester: No, not... Kohonta. It's a... It's a local Native American legend.

(Sam is pulling out body out of freezer in the morgue - hand moves with the motion and touches Dean)

Dean Winchester: Whoa! Mo...

Sam Winchester: Seriously? How long you been doing this?

Dean Winchester: Well, got catlike reflexes, okay? What can I say?

Dean Winchester: What you looking at? P*rn? Sex tapes? Nip slips?

Sam Winchester: The Internet is more than just naked people. You do know that, right?

Dean Winchester: Not my Internet.

Dean Winchester: Hey! How was Arkansas?

Sam Winchester: Arkansas was, uh... It was... weird.

Dean Winchester: Heard you wore a cardigan.

Castiel: Yeah, I told him about the cardigan.

Sam Winchester: Great. Thanks.

Dean Winchester: And the wife. He said you were, uh, really happy.

Sam Winchester: Thanks. Yeah.

Dean Winchester: So, what's the verdict? Does he have a soul?

Donatello Redfield: I suppose the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a soul?

Dean Winchester: Donny.

Donatello Redfield: What? I'm sorry. Um, I'd keep an eye on him, but I think if he seems okay, he probably is.

Dean Winchester: So he's not like you?

Donatello Redfield: Oh, no. I'm a Prophet of the Lord, but he... Jack's probably the most powerful being in the universe. I mean, really, who knows what's going on inside his head?

Jack Kline: I'm trying different foods for the snake.

Dean Winchester: Why?

Jack Kline: I think he's sad.

Dean Winchester: Oh. Have you tried bacon?

Jack Kline: Do snakes like bacon?

Dean Winchester: I don't know. I like bacon.

Castiel: Thought you, uh, were gonna sleep until the cows dragged you home.

Dean Winchester: That's not the... Never mind.

(Few minutes later...)

Castiel: And then... Sleep until the cows come home.

Dean Winchester: There it is.

Castiel: That's the saying.

Sam Winchester: Maggie says decapitation is the only way to kill these things.

Dean Winchester: But if we cut off their head, then is more creatures gonna crawl out?

Jack Kline: Wait. Other creatures?

Sam Winchester: H-He's talking about "Clash of the Titans" again.

Dean Winchester: We don't know...

Dean Winchester: I'm on a first-name basis with some psycho pen pal. That's aces.

Castiel: Somehow he knows you. But you're not standing alone. Why doesn't he mention me?

Dean Winchester: Maybe you're not his type.

Sam Winchester: Okay, so, we've made some progress.

Dean Winchester: This is like an A.V. Club presentation.

Jack Kline: What's an A.V. Club?

Castiel: It's a special group for people who do not play sports.

Dean Winchester: Yeah, him. (points at Cas) He's A.V. Club.

Rowena: Excuse me, boys, but this is a bit more pressing than your hilarious banter.

Castiel: Okay, um... these killings... It seems like there's a ritualistic quality to the crime scenes, right? It's almost liturgical. (Jack and Dean look confused) It means religious.

Dean Winchester: Yeah. See, that one I knew.

Dean Winchester (to Sam): We've been through some tough times. There's no denying that. And for the longest time, I blamed Dad. I mean, hell, I blamed Mom, too, you know? I was angry. But say we could send Dad back knowing everything. Why stop there? Why not send him even further back and let some other poor sons of b*tches save the world? But here's the problem. Who does that make us? Would we be better off? Well, maybe. But I got to be honest... I don't know who that Dean Winchester is. And I'm good with who I am. I'm good with who you are. 'Cause our lives... they're ours. And maybe I'm just too damn old to want to change that.