A 25-year-old husband, Xavier, comes running into his house past his wife and goes into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror in horror as he ages decades in seconds. His wife hears him collapse scream and comes to investigate, and screams in horror at what she finds...Read the full recap
Dean: And by the way, how you doing?
Bobby Singer: Doing?
Dean: Yeah. You know, just... in general.
Bobby Singer: Oh, you mean my legs. I'm just weeping in my Haagen-Dazs. Idjit.
Dean: Bobby? What the hell are you doing here?
Bobby Singer: Planting daisies. What's it look like? Came in on the case.
Dean: And you beat me here?
Bobby Singer: Well, brains trumps legs, apparently.
Old Dean: Bobby's an idiot, that's what happened.
Bobby Singer: Hey, nobody asked you to play.
Old Dean: Right. I should have just let you die.
Bobby Singer: And for damn sure, nobody asked you to lose.
Sam: It's like Grumpy Old Men.
Bobby and Old Dean: Shut up, Sam!
Old Dean: You saw a chance to turn the hands of the clock back and get out of that damn chair. Pretty tempting. I can imagine.
Bobby Singer: No, you can't.
Old Dean: You got me. I never been paralyzed. But I tell you something--I've been to Hell, and there's an archangel there wanting me to drop the soap. Look at me! My junk's rustier than yours!
Old Dean: Dude, I believe that he-witch gave you the clap.
Dean: You're family. I don't know if you've noticed, but me and Sam, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you. I can't. So don't you dare think about checking out. I don't want to hear that again.
Bobby Singer: Okay.
Dean: Okay. Good.
Bobby Singer: Thanks. Now, we done feeling our feelings? 'Cause I'd like to get out of this room before we both start growing lady parts.