Dean Winchester: Hey, yo! Darth Dickwad.
Jody Mills: Donna, I cannot lose another child.
Werewolf: Who the hell do you think you are? Claire Novak: I kill monsters. That's who the hell I am.
Werewolf: Who the hell do you think you are?
Claire Novak: I kill monsters. That's who the hell I am.
Toni Bevell: We’ve been watching you, Sam. What you’ve done, the damage you’ve caused – archangels, Leviathans, the Darkness, and now, well – the old men have decided enough’s enough. I mean, let’s face it, Sam. You’re just a jumped-up hunter playing with things you don’t understand and doing more harm than good.
Amara: Dean, you gave me what I needed most. I want to do the same for you.
Amara: What you’ve made… it’s beautiful. It took me a long time to see that. I know that we can’t go back to the way things were. I don’t want to, but I wish… I wish that we could just be family again. Chuck: I do too.
Amara: I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him pay. Dean Winchester: Yeah, that’s revenge. It’ll get you out of bed in the morning, and when you get it, it feels great… for about five minutes.
Amara: I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him pay.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, that’s revenge. It’ll get you out of bed in the morning, and when you get it, it feels great… for about five minutes.
Crowley (about a bar): One little apocalypse and they shut up shop. Quitters.
Dean Winchester: Come on. You know the drill. No chick-flick moments. Come on. Sam Winchester: Yeah, you love chick flicks. Dean Winchester: Yeah, you’re right. I do.
Dean Winchester: Come on. You know the drill. No chick-flick moments. Come on.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, you love chick flicks.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, you’re right. I do.
Dean Winchester: I want a big funeral. All right? I’m talking epic. Okay? Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy. Sam Winchester: Done. Dean Winchester: And for my ashes, I like it here. Yeah. You know, as far as eternal resting places go.
Dean Winchester: I want a big funeral. All right? I’m talking epic. Okay? Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy.
Sam Winchester: Done.
Dean Winchester: And for my ashes, I like it here. Yeah. You know, as far as eternal resting places go.
Castiel: I could go with you. Dean Winchester: No, no, no.No, I got to do this alone. Listen, if, when, when this works, Sam, he’s gonna be a mess. So look out for him, okay? Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Castiel: Of course.
Castiel: I could go with you.
Dean Winchester: No, no, no.No, I got to do this alone. Listen, if, when, when this works, Sam, he’s gonna be a mess. So look out for him, okay? Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.
Castiel: Of course.
Castiel: Dean, are you okay? How do you feel? Dean Winchester: Like my insides just got flame-broiled. Is that normal? Rowena: Sweetie, we’re so far past normal.
Castiel: Dean, are you okay? How do you feel?
Dean Winchester: Like my insides just got flame-broiled. Is that normal?
Rowena: Sweetie, we’re so far past normal.
Rowena (to Dean): You won’t carry the bomb. You’ll be the bomb.
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