Something is wrong with you, Dean. And until we figure out what, this is where you have to stay.
Dean
And you two are gonna do what? Take on Metatron yourselves? That's smart. Oh, no, wait. No, you... [motions to Castiel] you lost your Angel army. And you... [motions to Sam] now you're trying to lock up the one guy who has a shot at killing the son of a bitch?! Hell of a plan, fellas!
You never get tired of the rat race? Never get the urge to just...bugger off and howl at the moon? Never ask yourself, "is this it? Is this all there is?" I kicked human blood, you know.
Dean
Oh, so you're full-metal douche again. Well, that's fantastic. Would you like a stuffed bear?
Excuse me! I'm not exactly demon minion number three here. As the kids say, I've got mad skills.
Dean
Look, I don't know what you expected here. Okay? I don't really care. But you wanted off the hamster wheel. Get off.
Well, I guess I've been Winchestered.
Dean
You can save the humble pie Jesus routine for somebody who gives a damn.
The problem with you Dean, is the cynicism. Always with the cynicism. But most people, even the real belly crawlers, living in filth, or Brentwood, they don't want to be cynical. They just want something to believe in.
Dean
And that'be you.
Dean
You've been working those people outside for what, a day? And they've already spilled blood in your name. You're nothing but Bernie Madoff with wings.
Ah, ah. So I'm a fake. Do you have any idea how much pancake make-up and soft lighting it took to get God to work a rope line? He hated it. And you know, humans sensed that. So they prayed harder and longer and fought more wars in His name. And for what?ǃ So they could die of malaria? Leukaemia? And all the while, blaming themselvesː "Oh, if only I'd been more prayerful, God would have loved meǃ God would have saved meǃ" You know what?ǃ God didn't even know their nameǃ But I do. Because I've walked among them, and I can save them.
Dean
Sure you can. So long as your mug is in every Bible, and "What would Metatron do?" is on every bumper.
And? What, are you blaming me for giving them what they want? Giving them a brand they can believe in?
Dean
I'm blaming you for Kevinǃ I'm blaming you for taking Cas' Grace. Hell, I'm blaming you for the Cubs not winning the World Series in the last 100 freaking yearsǃ :[Showing the First Blade] Whatever it is, I'm blaming you.
The First Blade. Nasty piece of work, isn't she? Ok, let's say you win, Dean, and I die. What's the world left with then, hmm? A herd of panty-waisted angels and you? Half out of your mind with lord knows what pumping through those veins?
Dean
You see, the only thing you've said that went in my ear was that you die.
Oh, fine. We'll fight. I don't know what you expect is gonna come of all this. Unless... that's why you're stalling. Because you know nothing's gonna come of this unless your pals :[Gadreel and Castiel] succeed upstairs. Well, here's a newsflashː Humpty and Dumpty are starring in their very own version of "Locked Up Abroadː Heaven" right now.
[Dean punches Metatron]
Wow, that big blade and that douchy tribal tat sure gave you some super juice. Whooǃ Okay...[They start fighting]
Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shut up. Shut up. Just save your energy, all right? Oh, man. We'll stop the bleeding. We'll... we'll get you a doctor or... or I'll find a spell. You're gonna be okay.
[Sam takes his brother's hand and presses it to his chest to keep the cloth in place.]
Dean
Listen to me. It's better this way.
Dean
[Gasping in pain] The Mark. It's making me into something I don't want to be.
Dean
I left you an open tab at the bar. Knock yourself out.
Well, hell, I just may take you up on that.
Dean
And who is this?
Me? Well, I'm karma, brother.
Dean
On my brother's phone?
Dean
Is he dead?
No. Not yet. And as long as you show up where I tell you to show up, your brother will be just fine.
Dean
And how do I know he's still alive?
(holding the phone out to Sam) Speak.
[Sam looks at the phone heartbroken but doesn't say a word. Cole punches Sam in the face.] Aah!
Dean
No, you listen to me. There's no trade. There's no meet-up. There's no nothing -- except the 100% guarantee that, somewhere down the road, I will find you, and I will kill you.
Well, that'll be a cold comfort to your dead brother.
Dean
I told him to let me go. So whatever jam he's in now, that is his problem.
Yeah, well, I'll be sure to pass that on to him as I'm slitting his throat.
Dean
Yeah, you do that, 'cause he knows me. And he knows damn sure that if I am one thing, I am a man of my word.
Dean
[To Bartender] Two shots here. He'll have something fancy, with your tiniest umbrella.
So...How you been feeling? On edge? Pent-up? Unfulfilled?
Dean
You sound like a Viagra commercial. You know that, right?
This isn't about...Little Dean. It's about the Mark. It changed you.
Dean
[flashing black eyes] I've noticed.
And I know that you want to keep the party going. You want to have fun, fun, fun till daddy takes the black eyes away. The fact is...you need to kill now. Not want to, not choose to --need to.
BBartender
[setting Dean's shots down and a cocktail in front of Crowley] There you go.
[with a withering look] Danke. Face it, darling. You're an addict. Death is your drug. And you're gonna spend the rest of your life chasing that dragon.
Dean
So what are you gonna do, you gonna kill me?
Dean
Why? You don't know what I've done, I might have it coming.
I don't care. Because you are my brother and I'm here to take you home.
Dean
You're my brother and I'm here to take you home. Ah, what is this a Lifetime movie, with your puppy dog eyes? Thanks Sammy, I needed that.