You did the right thing, you know. That guy was a monster, there was no going back. Sam, I wanna tell you I'm sorry. I've been kind of hard on you, lately.
Come on man, it's like the good old days! An honest-to-goodness monster hunt! It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straightforward, black-and-white case.
Us, right. And that, Sam, that is exactly why our lives suck. I mean, c'mon, we hunt monsters! What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run. But not us, no no no, we... we search out things that want to kill us! Yeah, huh? Or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We... are insane! You know, then there’s the bad diner food and the--and the skeevy motel rooms and the truck stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean, who wants this life, Sam? Huh? Seriously! I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me, eight hours a day every single day? I don't think so! I mean, I drive too fast and I listen to the same five albums over and over and over again and I- and I-I sing along, I'm annoying, I know that. And you... you're gassy! You eat half a burrito and you get toxic! I mean, you know what, you can forget it.
Stay away from me Sam, okay? Because I am done with it. I'm done with the monsters and the-and the-and the Hell Hounds and the Ghost Sickness and the damn apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. I quit.
The only reason you're still alive, Sam Winchester, is because you've been useful. But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you become more trouble than you're worth... One word. One. And I will turn you to dust. As for your brother, tell him that maybe he should climb off of that high horse of his. Ask Dean what he remembers from Hell.