Dean Winchester: There's one thing you can cook better than anybody on the planet.
Mary Winchester: Winchester Surprise?
Dean Winchester: Yeah.
Mary Winchester: I can't believe you remember that. I can't believe I ever fed that to you and John. It was so greasy, like... Heart attack on a plate.
Dean Winchester: A delicious heart attack on a plate, okay? I would like mine with extra cheese.
Mary Winchester: All right, then.
Dean Winchester: Yes. (Mary turns around to go grocery shopping) Oh, and, uh...
Mary Winchester: Pie!
Sam Winchester: Dean's been acting strange, and he just packed up and left, and then, uh...
Mary Winchester: And what?
Sam Winchester: He hugged me.
Mary Winchester: That's sweet.
Sam Winchester: Mom, we don't hug. I mean, w-we do, but only if it's literally the end of the world, you know?
(In Sam's dream...)
Castiel: Dean, you can't possibly eat another. That's your seventh piece.
Dean Winchester: No, it's not.
Jack: Castiel's right. I counted.
Dean Winchester: Okay, first, don't be a narc. And secondly, seven pieces is perfectly normal.
Sam Winchester: Uh, it's really not.
Dean Winchester: It's not even a whole pie.
Jack: Was he always like this?
Mary Winchester: Even as a baby. John and me, we used to call him our little piglet.
Dean Winchester: All right, I'm done.
Mary Winchester: With love.
(Sam and Mary leave the room and Dean signals Cas to send another box of pizza across the table to him)
Mary Winchester: Let me guess... she made a bad demon deal?
Bobby Singer: Opposite. She didn't make one. Lost the love of her life. Never moved on.
Mary Winchester: And Dean and Sam were never born. Bobby, I made that deal. And it- I... brought my boys a... lot of pain. But... What happened here, in your world? Sam and Dean stopped that war in mine.
Bobby Singer: Then I'd say you made the right choice.