Jensen Ackles credited as playing...
Dean Winchester
- Crowley: [to Bobby] Go ahead. Tell them. There's no shame in it.
- Sam Winchester: Bobby? Tell us what?
- Bobby Singer: World's gonna end. Seems stupid to get all precious over one little... soul.
- Dean Winchester: You sold your soul?
- Crowley: Oh, more like pawned it. I fully intend to give it back.
- Dean Winchester: Well, then give it back!
- Crowley: I will.
- Dean Winchester: Now!
- Sam Winchester: Did you kiss him?
- Dean Winchester: Sam.
- Sam Winchester: I was just wondering.
- Bobby Singer: [innocently] No!
- [Crowley shows a picture of his cellphone of them kissing]
- Bobby Singer: Why'd you take a picture?
- Crowley: Why do you have to use tongue?
- Dean Winchester: I gotta ask, how old are you?
- Death: As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg - regardless, at the end, I'll reap Him too.
- Dean Winchester: God? You'll reap God?
- Death: Oh, yes. God will die too, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: ...This is way above my pay grade.
- Death: Just a bit.
- Sam Winchester: The last thing Pestilence said, "It's too late."
- Bobby Singer: He get specific?
- Sam Winchester: No.
- Dean Winchester: We're just a little freaked out that he might have left a bomb somewhere. So please tell us you have actual good news.
- Bobby Singer: Chicago's about to be wiped off the map. Storm of the millennium. Sets off a daisy chain of natural disasters. Three million are gonna die.
- Dean Winchester: Huh.
- Castiel: [at Bobby] I don't understand your definition of good news.
- Castiel: [Contacting Dean via phone from a hospital after they defeated Zachariah] You said no to Michael. I owe you an apology.
- Dean Winchester: Cas. It's okay.
- Castiel: [Sincere] You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be.
- Dean Winchester: [Trying to keep the sarcasm from his voice] Thank you.
- [pause]
- Dean Winchester: I appreciate that.
- Dean Winchester: [Seeing Bobby walk into the tool shed] How'd it go at the Rockettes audition?
- Bobby Singer: Uhhhh... High kick's fair. Boobs need work.
- Dean Winchester: [Packing the Impala while Sam walks over, sighing heavily] Lemme guess. We're about to have a talk.
- Sam Winchester: Look, Dean, um. For the record, I agree with you. About me. You think I'm too weak to take on Lucifer? Well, so do I. Believe me, I know exactly how screwed up I am. You. Bobby. Cas. I'm the least of any of you.
- Dean Winchester: Oh, Sam...
- Sam Winchester: It's true. It is. But... I'm also all we got. If there was another way... But, I don't think there is. There's just me. So, I don't know what else to do except just try to do what's gotta be done.
- [They look at each other, and are interrupted by Crowley who appears behind them]
- Crowley: Aaaaand... scene.
- Death: Sit down. It took you long enough to find me. I've been wanting to talk to you.
- Dean Winchester: [fearful, cautious] I gotta say... mixed feelings about that. So, is this the part where...
- [clears his throat]
- Dean Winchester: Where you kill me?
- [He tries to smile bravely. Death gives Dean a long look, and Dean's smile slowly disappears]
- Death: [very measured and calm] You have an inflated sense of your importance. To a thing like me, a thing like you, well... Think how you'd feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky. This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that's barely out of its diapers. I'm old, Dean. Very old. So, I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.
- Dean Winchester: [Trying to bluff his way into the security room of a convalescent home] Hey. Hi, uh, I'm looking for my nana. Her name is Eunice... Kennedy.
- Security Guard: Go around front and see the nurse.
- Dean Winchester: [Realizes it's not working, so he steps in and closes the door] You mind just helping me out, sir? Uh, she's about, uh... oh about that small,
- [Holds his hand about waist high as the guard leans forward in his chair]
- Dean Winchester: gray hair, wears diapers.
- [He punches the guard who falls backward, out cold. Then he bangs on the door]
- Sam Winchester: [Steps inside and closes the door] Eunice Kennedy?
- Dean Winchester: That's the beauty about improv, Sammy. You never know what's gonna come outta your mouth.
- Sam Winchester: [They are both weak, in pain, retching and fighting off unconsciousness as they struggle to move down the hall towards Pestilence] We must be getting close.
- Dean Winchester: Ya think?
- Dean Winchester: Alright, well. Good luck stopping the whole zombie apocalypse.
- Sam Winchester: Yeah. Good luck killing Death.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah.
- Sam Winchester: Remember when we used to just... hunt wendigos? How simple things were?
- Dean Winchester: Not really.
- Dean Winchester: We thought you were dead. Where are you?
- Castiel: A hospital.
- Dean Winchester: Are you okay?
- Castiel: No.
- Dean Winchester: [Long silence] You wanna elaborate?
- Castiel: You could say my batteries are drained.
- Dean Winchester: What, you're out of angel mojo?
- Castiel: I'm saying that I am thirsty and my head aches. I have a bug bite that itches no matter how much I scratch.
- Dean Winchester: So, why am I still breathing? Sitting here with you... what do you want?
- Death: [He shows the first spark of emotion] The leash around my neck, off! Lucifer has me bound to him. Some unseemly little spell. He has me where he wants, when he wants. That's why I couldn't go to you. I had to wait for you to catch up. He's made me his weapon. Hurricanes. Floods. Raising the dead. I'm more powerful than you can process, and I'm enslaved to a bratty child having a tantrum.
- Dean Winchester: And you think... *I* can unbind you?
- Death: There's your ridiculous bravado again. Of course, you can't. But, you can help take the bullets out of Lucifer's gun.
- [Holds up his hand with his ring]
- Death: I understand you want this.
- Dean Winchester: Yeah.
- Death: I'm inclined to give it to you.
- Dean Winchester: To give it to me.
- Death: That's what I said.
- Dean Winchester: What about... Chicago?
- Death: [pauses as lightning strikes outside] I suppose it can stay. I like the pizza.
- [He takes off the ring]
- Death: There are conditions.
- Dean Winchester: Okay. Like?
- Death: You have to do whatever it takes to put Lucifer in his cell.
- Dean Winchester: Of course.
- Death: *Whatever* it takes.
- Dean Winchester: That's the plan.
- Death: No. No plan. Not yet. Your brother? He's the one that can stop Lucifer. The *only* one.
- Dean Winchester: What, you think...
- Death: I know. So I need a promise. You're going to let your brother jump right into that fiery pit.
- [He extends the ring to Dean as Dean's face hardens]
- Death: Well, do I have your word?
- Dean Winchester: [pauses, looking at the ring] Okay, yeah. Yes.
- [He holds out his hand]
- Death: [Forcefully] That better be yes, Dean. You know you can't cheat Death.
- [He drops the ring into Dean's hand]