Ruby: There's a real fire in the pit... agonies you can't even imagine.
Dean Winchester: No, I saw Hellraiser. I get the gist.
Ruby: Actually, they got that pretty close. Except for all the custom leather. The answer is yes, by the way.
Dean Winchester: Sorry?
Ruby: Yes, the same thing will happen to you. Might take centuries... but sooner or later, hell will burn away your humanity. Every hell-bound soul... every one turns into something else. Turns you into us.
Dean Winchester: All right, maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales. Tell you one thing, there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog.
Sam Winchester: Hey, check that out. (points at a pumpkin)
Dean Winchester: Yeah? It's close to Halloween.
Sam Winchester: You remember Cinderella? With the pumpkin that turns into a coach and the mice that become horses?
Dean Winchester: Dude, could you be more gay? Don't answer that.
(Bela shoots Sam...)
Bela Talbot (to Dean): Back off, Tiger. Back off. You make one more move, and I'll pull the trigger. You've got the luck, Dean. You I can't hit. But your brother... Him I can't miss.
Dean Winchester: The hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!
Bela Talbot: Relax. It's a shoulder hit. I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people?
Sam Winchester: How could you make that deal, Dean?
Dean Winchester: 'Cause I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it.
Sam Winchester: So, what, now I live and you die?
Dean Winchester: That's the general idea, yeah.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing... to me. What you did was selfish.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that.
Sam Winchester: I'm not.
Dean Winchester: Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Sam Winchester: It's hellfire, Dean.
Dean Winchester: Whatever. You're alive, I feel good... for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, Sam. I'd like to make the most of it. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?
Sam Winchester: You're unbelievable.
Dean Winchester: Very true.