Sam Winchester, still a bully. You, you jocks, you popular kids. You always thought you were better than everybody else. To you, I was just "Dirk the Jerk" right? Now you evil sons of bitches are going to get what's coming to you.
I'm not evil, Dirk. I'm not. And neither were you. Trust me, I've seen real evil. We were scared and miserable and we took it out on each other. Us and everybody else, that's high school. But you suffer through that, and it gets better. I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to see that.
Nah, I gave him what he needed. And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him. That he could trust. And now he loves me. He'd do anything for me.
Okay, fine, you wanna know why I didn't tell you about Ruby? And how we're hunting down Lilith? Because you're too weak to go after her, Dean. You're holding me back. I'm a better hunter than you are. Stronger, smarter; I can take out demons you're too scared to go near.
You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, whining about all the souls you tortured in Hell, boo-hoo. [The brothers start to fight] You're not standin' in my way, anymore!
You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse, hey, lets light it up, right? Bu- But this? If we fix whatever this is, people are going to start dropping dead. Good people.
I'm infected with demon blood. You've been to Hell. Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, but you're not. Neither am I. The sooner you accept that the better off you're gonna be.
I've been around death from the get-go. You know what I see most? Lies. "He's in a better place." "At least they're together now." You all lie to yourselves, Dean because, like you said, deep down you're all scared. Stop lying to yourself, Dean.
"The angels have something good in store for you." "A second chance." Really? Because, I'm pretty sure... deep down you know something nasty's coming down the road. Trust your instincts, Dean. There's no such thing as miracles.
John Winchester made quite a name for himself. A hundred years. After each session I'd... I'd make him the same offer I made you: I'd put down my blade if he picked one up...
But he said, "nein," each and every time. Damned if I couldn't break him. Pulled out all the stops. But John, he was made of something unique, the stuff of heroes. And then came Dean. Dean Winchester. I thought I was up against it again. But, daddy's little girl, he broke. He broke in thirty. Ah, just not the man your daddy wanted you to be, huh, Dean? No. Now we're getting somewhere. Holy water? Come on, Grasshopper, you're gonna have to get creative to impress me.
You know something, Alastair? I could still dream, even in Hell. And over and over and over, you know what I dreamt? I dreamt of this moment. And believe me... I've got a few ideas. Let's get started.
Every night, the same offer, remember? Same as your father, and finally you said, "Sign me up." Oh, the first time you picked up my razor, the first time you sliced into that weeping bitch. That was the first Seal.
"And it is written that the first Seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in hell. As he breaks, so shall it break." We had to break the first Seal before any others. Only way to get the dominoes to fall, right? Topple the one at the front of the line. When we win, when we bring on the Apocalypse and burn this earth down, we'll owe it all to you, Dean Winchester. Believe me, son, I wouldn't lie about that. It's kind of a religious sort of thing, I think.
