Dean: We don't? Well, we should. You're my brother.
Sam: You're my brother.
Dean: Yeah!
Sam: wewe know, that's what wewe alisema when wewe snaked my ATM card, au when wewe bailed on my graduation, au when wewe hooked up with Rachel Nayv.
Dean: Who?
Sam: Uh, my prom date. On prom night.
Dean:Yeah, that does kinda sound like me.
Sam: Dean! Dean. Oh, God. Come on. Hey, wake up. Wake up, damn it.
Sam: Hey, hey.
Dean: Oh, Auntie Em. There’s no place like home.
Sam: Thank God. I thought I Lost wewe for a second
Dean: wewe almost did.
Dean: But it's not real. None of it is.
Mary: It's still better than anything wewe ever had.
Dean: ‘Course, I know what you’d say... well, not the wewe that played softball, but...
Sam: Look, whatever stupid thing you’re about to do, you’re not doing it alone and that’s that.
Dean: I don’t understand, why are wewe doing this?
Sam: Because you’re still my brother
Dean: Ever since Dad... all I can think about is how much this job has cost us. We’ve Lost so much; we’ve sacrificed so much...
Sam: But people are alive because of you. It’s worth it, Dean. It is. It’s not fair, and y’know it hurts like hell, but it’s worth it.
Dean: wewe had Jess. Mom was gonna have grandkids...
Sam: Yeah, but Dean, it wasn't real.
Dean: I know. But I wanted to stay
Sam: What's in the bag?
Dean: Nothing.
Sam: Nothing?
Dean: Yeah! Nothing!
Sam: Fine!
Dean: wewe don't want to do that!
Sam: Oh really? What the hell is this?!
Dean: Blood.
Sam: Yeah I can see that it's blood, Dean, but what the hell is it doing in here?!
Dean: wewe don't really want to know
Sam: You're having some kind of psychotic breakdown.
Dean: I wish.
Professor: Son? wewe been drinking?
Dean: Everybody keeps asking me that. But, uh, no
Dean: See? Nothing to worry about.
Sam: Yeah, being fugitives is a freakin' dance party.
Dean: What can I say, chicks dig the danger vibe.
Dean: My god, Barbara Eden was hot, wasn’t she? And way hotter than that Bewitched chick.
Sam: Are wewe even listening to me?
Dean:Yeah.
Dean: The Djinn, it attacked me.
Sam: The gin, wewe were drinking gin?
Dean: No, ass-hat, the Djinn, the scary creature, remember?
Carmen: What do wewe say later we get wewe a cheeseburger?
Dean: Oh god yes. How’d I end up with such a cool chick?
Carmen: I just got low standards
Dean: I'm dating a nurse? That is so... respectable!
Sam: I thought it was supposed to be this perfect fantasy.
Dean: It wasn't. It was just a wish. I wished for Mom to live. Mom never died, we never went hunting and wewe and me just never... ya know.
Sam: Yeah. Well, I'm glad we do. Look, this isn't a dream, all right. I'm here with you, now, and wewe are about to kill yourself, Dean.
Dean: No, I'm pretty sure. Like, 90 percent sure. But I'm sure enough.
Dean: Sam, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we don't get along. I wish to hell I could stay to fix this. But I gotta do this. People's lives depend on it.
Sam: Dean, what're wewe talking about?
Dean: Nothing. Forget it. Hey, just tell Mom I upendo her. I'll see you, Sammy.
Dean:All of 'em. Everyone wewe saved, everyone Sammy and I saved. They're all dead. And there's this woman... haunting me. I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is like, coming after me au something. Like it doesn't want me to be happy.
'Course I know what you'd say... Well, not that you'd of played softball, but... You'd say, "Go hunt the djin. It put wewe here, it can put wewe back. Your happiness over all those people's lives? No contest." Right? But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? What about us, huh? Mom's not supposed to live her life? Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad? It's....yeah.
Carmen: What's gotten into wewe lately?
Dean: This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I feel like I've been aliyopewa a sekunde chance
Sam: wewe know, I'm not asking wewe to change. I don't know. I guess we just don't really have anything in common, ya know.
Dean: Wait, whoa whoa whoa. Yes we do, Yes we do.
Sam: What?
Dean: Hunting.
Sam: Hunting? I've never been hunting in my life, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, well, then we should go sometime. I think you'd be great at it.
Dean:That lawn looks like it could use some mowing.
Mary: wewe want to mow the lawn?
Dean: Are wewe kidding me, I'd upendo to mow the lawn.
Mary: Knock yourself out. You'd think you've never mowed a lawn in your life
Dean: Let me ask wewe a question. When wewe put me into kitanda when I was little, what did wewe always tell me?
Mary: Dean, I don't understand.
Dean: Just answer the question!
Mary: I told wewe angels were watching over you.
Dean: I don't believe it
Dean: Bitch.
Sam: What're wewe calling me a bitch, kahaba for?
Dean: You're supposed to say "jerk."
Sam: What?
Dean: Never mind.