Bobby and Dean have locked Sam up in Bobby's demon-proof panic room. Sam begs Dean to release him, but Dean tells him he has to dry out from his addiction to demon blood and that Sam has been lying to him about it. Sam insists that he needs the blood and the power it gives to defeat Lilith, but Dean tells him that he and Bobby will kill Lilith and Sam will stay there...Read the full recap
Dean: Congrats, Sammy. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the Apocalypse.
Dean: How long is this gonna go on?
Bobby Singer: Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh, wait. No one ever wrote one.
Dean: Well, it's about time. I've been screaming myself hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now.
Castiel: What do you want?
Dean: Well, you can start with what the hell happened in Illinois?
Castiel: What do you mean?
Dean: Cut the crap. You were gonna tell me something.
Castiel: Well, nothing of import.
Dean: You got ass-reamed in Heaven but it was not "of import"?
Bobby Singer: Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but you <em>willingly</em> signed up to be the angels' bitch? I'm sorry. You prefer "sucker"?
Dean: Yeah, well, I'll tell you one thing. At this point, I hope he's with Ruby.
Bobby Singer: Why?
Dean: 'Cause killing her is the next big item on my to-do list.
Bobby Singer: I thought you were on call for angel duty.
Dean: I am on call, in my car, on my way to murder the bitch.
Ruby: Honeymoon suite. Really, I'm flattered.
Sam: Did you bust me out of that room?
Ruby: How could I, Sam? The whole thing's engineered to bite me in the ass.
Sam: She was looking for Lilith.
Dean: That is French for "Manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday."