Meg Masters: Well, I’ve lied... a lot. I’ve stolen. I’ve lusted. And the other day I met this man--a nice guy, you know? And we had a really good chat... sort of like this. Then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest. (her eyes turn demon-black) Does that make me a bad person?
John Winchester: This ends... now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes.
Layla: Hi, is there anything I can do for you?
Dean: Oh God, yes.
John Winchester: All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me.
Dean: Call you? Are you kiddin' me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence. All right? Sam called you when I was dying. Gettin' you on the phone, I got a better chance of winning the lottery.
John Winchester: You're right. Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry.
Sam: The last time I saw you, you fell out of a window.
Meg Masters: Yeah, thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings, by the way.
Sam: Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop.
Meg Masters: Let me speak to your dad.
Sam: My dad? I don't know where my dad is.
Meg Masters: It's time for the grown-ups to talk, Sam. Let me speak to him now!
John Winchester: I'm gonna kill you, you know that?
Meg Masters: Oh, John, please. Mind your blood pressure.
John Winchester: I just want to buy a few hours, that's all.
Sam: You mean for Dean and me. You want us to stay here and kill this demon by ourselves.
John Winchester: No, Sam, I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want Mary alive. It's just... I just want this to be over.
Dean: This thing go south, just get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed, all right? You're no good to us dead.
John Winchester: Same goes for you.
Sam: Maybe we could tell them there's a gas leak. Might get them out of the house for a few hours.
Dean: Yeah, and how many times has that actually worked for us?
Sam: Yeah. Could always tell them the truth.
Sam and Dean: Nah.
Sam: I wonder how Dad is doing.
Dean: I’d feel a lot better if we were there backing him up.
Sam: I’d feel a lot better if he were here backing us up.
Sam: Dean, uh, I want to thank you.
Dean: For what?
Sam: For everything. You've always had my back, you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone, I could always count on you... and, uhh... I dunno, I just wanna let ya know... just in case.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa! You kiddin' me?
Dean: Don't say "just in case something happens to you," I don't wanna hear that freakin' speech, man. Nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't gettin' any older than tonight, you understand me?
Meg: (to her assistant) You shot me! I can't believe you just shot me!
Meg Masters: You're dead, John. Your boys are dead.
John Winchester: I never used the gun, how could I know it wouldn't work?
Meg Masters: I am so not in the mood for this, I've just been shot!
John Winchester: Well, then, I guess you're lucky the gun wasn't real.
Meg Masters: That's funny, John. We're gonna strip the skin from your bones, but that was funny.
Dean: Sam, I wanna waste it. I do, okay? But it's not worth dying over!
Dean: I mean it! If hunting this demon means you getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing!
Dean: You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone and they're never coming back.
Sam: Don't you say that, not you, not after all this, don't you say that!
Dean: Sam, look. The three of us, that's all we have. And it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, man. And without you or Dad...