Jensen Ackles credited as playing...
Dean Winchester
- Dean Winchester: You know what I think Mom would say? She'd say just cuz you're blood doesn't make you family. You gotta *earn* that.
- Dean Winchester: [Advancing on Samuel with his gun aimed, cocked, ready to fire] Welcome to next time!
- Bobby Singer: It was Omaha. It was my fault. And he never let it go.
- Dean Winchester: [without hesitation] Well, he should have.
- Bobby Singer: You don't know what I did, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: Doesn't matter.
- Bobby Singer: What do you mean, it doesn't...
- Dean Winchester: I mean, at the end of the day, you two were family. Life's short. And ours are shorter than most. What, are we gonna spend it wringing our hands? Something's gonna get us. Eventually. And when my guts get ripped out, just so you two know, we're good. Blanket apology for the crap that anybody's done, all the way around.
- Sam Winchester: Some of us pulled a lot of crap, Dean.
- Dean Winchester: Well. Clean slate.
- Sam Winchester: Okay.
- Dean Winchester: [Big smile] Well, look what the cat dragged in.
- [He and Sam are seeing Rufus for the first time in a long time]
- Sam Winchester: It really is good to see you, Rufus.
- Rufus Turner: [shaking hands with Sam and Dean] I can believe it. It must get old dealing with this miserable cuss here all by yourselves.
- Sam Winchester: Ha! Is it that obvious?
- Bobby Singer: Why don't you three get a room?
- Rufus Turner: [referring to Samuel] I take it you know each other.
- Dean Winchester: [grimly] He's our grandfather.
- Rufus Turner: Ow. Somebody needs a hug.
- Dean Winchester: [Bobby is showing Sam and Dean a spike in monster activity in the past week, circling locations on a US map] Nest of vamps, werewolf dance party. Shifters, six of them. Two hunters died taking them out. Ghouls, ghouls, ghoul-wraith smorgasbord.
- Dean Winchester: Is it just me, or is that a straight kick line down I80?
- Bobby Singer: [Draws a line along the interstate on the map] Exactly.
- Dean Winchester: Looks to me like it's a... Sherman march monster mash.
- Samuel Campbell: What if that thing's still in ya, and we can't trust a word you're sayin'?
- Dean Winchester: [points his gun at Samuel] It's not!
- Bobby Singer: Check your ear.
- Dean Winchester: [Looks at Bobby and lowers his gun] What do you mean, check my ear? Check my ear for what?
- [while he's distracted, Rufus pokes his finger into Dean's ear]
- Dean Winchester: Hey! Wha-
- [Pulls away, then checks his own ear, muttering]
- Dean Winchester: Why don't you buy me a drink first?
- Rufus Turner: Second date.
- Dean Winchester: [Watching Bobby as he comes to tied to a chair, possessed by the worm] Well, hey there, you little herpe.
- [Places the live wire against Bobby's neck then steps back]
- Sam Winchester: Why do you keep talkin' about herpes?
- Dean Winchester: What?
- [Sam just looks at him]
- Dean Winchester: I don't- shut up. Shut up!
- Rufus Turner: I got a damn pacemaker.
- Dean Winchester: Well, you better hope it's a good one.
- Bobby Singer: Since when do you got a pacemaker?
- Rufus Turner: Since Bush Jr., term one. I'm down three toes, too, F.Y.I.