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 b*tches and we raise a little hell, huh?
Sam Winchester: You’re unbelievable.
Dean Winchester: Very true.
