John Winchester: I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?
Dean Winchester: Yeah, Dad, you know I will. You're scaring me.
Dean Winchester: You're okay with dying?
Tessa: No, of course not. I just think, whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen. It's out of my control. It's just fate.
Dean Winchester: Now, that's crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting.
(Dean ghost watching John and Sam arguing...)
John Winchester: This demon killed your mother. Killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would've happened.
Sam Winchester: It was possessing you, Dad. I would've killed you too!
John Winchester: Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now!
Dean Winchester: Shut up. Both of you! (they can't hear him)
Sam Winchester: Go to hell.
John Winchester: I should've never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake.
Dean Winchester: I said shut up! (breaks a glass of water) Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother.
Sam Winchester: We've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about.
Dean Winchester: Sam, I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? But it's not worth dying over.
Sam Winchester: What?
Dean Winchester: I mean it. If hunting this demon means you getting yourself killed... I hope we never find the damn thing.
Sam Winchester: That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom.
Dean Winchester: You said yourself once... that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never coming back.
Sam Winchester: Don't you say that. Not you. Not after all this. Don't you say that.
Dean Winchester: Sam, look... the three of us... that's all we have. And it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man. And without you or Dad, I...
Dean Winchester: Why do you want us out of the big fight?
John Winchester: This demon... it's a bad son of a bitch. I can't make the same moves if I worry about keeping you alive.
Dean Winchester: You mean you can't be as reckless.
John Winchester: Look... I don't expect to make it out of this in one piece. Your mother's death... it almost killed me. I can't watch my children die too. I won't.
Dean Winchester: What happens if you die? What happens if you die and we could've done something about it? You know, I've been thinking. I.... Maybe Sammy's right about this one. We should do this together. We're stronger as a family. We just are. You know it.
Sam Winchester: You should just go home. This stuff can get dangerous and.... And I don't want you to get hurt.
Sarah Blake: Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right? Well, me and my dad sold that painting. We might've got these people killed. I'm not saying I'm not scared, because I am scared as hell... but I'm not gonna run and hide either. So are we going or what?
Dean Winchester: Sam. Marry that girl.
Sam Winchester: Dude. Dude, I am not using this lD.
Dean Winchester: Why not?
Sam Winchester: Because it says "bikini inspector" on it.
Dean Winchester: Don't worry, she won't look that close. Hell, she won't even ask to see it. It's all about confidence, Sammy.
Sam Winchester: Hi. I'm Doctor Jerry Kaplan, Center for Disease Control.
Nurse: Can I see some ID?
(Dean snorts with laughter)
Dean Winchester: You're trying to tell me... that just because people believe in Mordechai, he's real?
Sam Winchester: I don't know. Maybe.
Dean Winchester: People believe in Santa Claus. How come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?
Sam Winchester: Because you're a bad person.
(Sam falls asleep in the car and Dean messes with him...)
Dean Winchester (singing loudly): A fire of unknown origin took my baby away...
Sam Winchester: Ha-ha. Very funny.
Dean Winchester: Sorry. Not a lot of scenery here in east Texas. Kind of gotta make your own.
Sam Winchester: Man, we're not kids anymore, Dean. We're not gonna start that crap up again.
Dean Winchester: Start what up?
Sam Winchester: That prank stuff. It's stupid and it always escalates.
Dean Winchester: Oh, what's the matter, Sammy? You afraid you're gonna get a little Nair in your shampoo again, huh?
Sam Winchester: All right. Just remember, you started it.
Dean Winchester: Bring it on, baldy.
Dean Winchester: You and me and Dad. I mean, I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again.
Sam Winchester: Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before.
Dean Winchester: Could be.
Sam Winchester: I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over... you're gonna have to let me go my own way.
Dean Winchester: If you hurt my brother, I'll kill you, I swear. I'll kill you all. I will kill you all!
(Dean finds jars of human organs, photos of victims and other nasty stuff...)
Dean Winchester: Yikes. I'll say it again. Demons, I get. People are crazy.
Dean Winchester: I know what we need to do about your premonitions. I know where we have to go.
Sam Winchester: Where?
Dean Winchester: Vegas. What? Come on, man. Craps tables? We'd clean up.