Dean Winchester: Sam, we are not gonna make the same mistake all over again.

Sam Winchester: You said that, but what does that mean?

Dean Winchester: Don’t you see a pattern here? Dad’s deal, my deal, now this. Every time one of us is up the creek, the other’s begging to sell their soul. That’s all this is, man. Ruby’s just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it’s paved with, and you know where it’s going.

Sam Winchester: Dean. What are you afraid is gonna happen? This is me, I can handle it. And if it’ll save you…

Dean Winchester: Why even risk it?

Sam Winchester: Because you’re my brother. Because you did the same thing for me.

Dean Winchester: I know. And look how that turned out. All I’m saying… Sammy, all I’m saying is that you’re my weak spot. You are. And I’m yours.

Sam Winchester: No, you don’t mean that. We’re family.

Dean Winchester: I know. And those evil sons of b*tches know it too. I mean, what we’ll do for each other, you know, how far we’ll go. They’re using it against us.

Sam Winchester: So we just stop looking out for each other?

Dean Winchester: No, we stop being martyrs. Man, we stop spreading it for these demons. We take this knife and we go after Lilith our way. The way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, then, uh… then we go down swinging. What do you think?

Sam Winchester: I think you totally should have been jamming “Eye of the Tiger” right there.

Dean Winchester: Oh, bite me. You know, I totally rehearsed that speech too.

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Nightmare Dean: I mean, you’re going to hell and you won’t lift a finger to stop it? Talk about low self-esteem. Then again, it’s not much of a life worth saving.

Dean Winchester: Wake up, Dean. Wake up.

Nightmare Dean: After all, you’ve got nothing, outside of Sam. You are nothing. You’re as mindless and obedient as an attack dog.

Dean Winchester: That’s not true.

Nightmare Dean: No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car, that’s Dad’s. Your favorite leather jacket, Dad’s. Your music, Dad’s. Do you even have an original thought? No. No, all there is is, “Watch out for Sammy. Look after your little brother, boy!” You can still hear your Dad’s voice in your head, can’t you? Clear as a bell.

Dean Winchester: Just shut up.

Nightmare Dean: When you think about it… all he ever did was train you, boss you around. But Sam… Sam, he doted on. Sam, he loved.

Dean Winchester: I mean it. I’m getting angry.

Nightmare Dean: Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy’s blunt little instrument. Your father didn’t care whether you lived or died. Why should you?

Dean Winchester: Son of a b*tch! My father was an obsessed b*stard! All that crap he dumped on me, about protecting Sam, that was his crap. He’s the one who couldn’t protect his family. He’s the one who let Mom die. Who wasn’t there for Sam. I always was. He wasn’t fair! I didn’t deserve what he put on me. And I don’t deserve to go to hell!

Nightmare Dean (now with demon eyes): You can’t escape me, Dean. You’re gonna die. And this, this is what you’re gonna become.

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