No more crap, okay? [demonically throws Dean against the wall] I want the Colt, Sam — the real Colt. Right now.
We don’t have it on us. We buried it.
Didn't I say, "No more crap"? I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I've got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?
Actually, we were counting on it. [gestures to the demon trap above her] Gotcha.
JJohn (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon)
He's gonna taste the iron in your blood.
Let him go, or I swear to God...
JJohn (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon)
What? What are you and God gonna do? You see as far as I'm concerned, this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter.
JJohn (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon)
The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?
You've got to be kidding me.
JJohn (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon)
What? You the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh, that's right, I forgot I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right.
I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?
JJohn (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon)
You mean why'd I kill Mommy and pretty little Jess?
JJohn (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon)
[to Dean] You know I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him. Been shopping for rings and everything. You wanna know why? Because they got in the way.
JJohn (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon)
My plans for you, Sammy — you, and all the children like you.
Listen, you mind just getting this over with, because I really can't stand the monologuing.
JJohn (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon)
Funny. But that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain, mask the truth.
JJohn (possessed by the yellow-eyed demon)
You know you fight, and you fight for this family — but the truth is, they don't need you, not like you need them. Sam, he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you.
I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot, I wasted them.
Hey. I think maybe you're around, and if you are, don't make fun of me for this, but, um, there's one way we can talk.
(Sam pulls out a "Mystical Talking Board")
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Dean? Dean, are you here?
God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party.
Dean, are you here? Couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you. But I'll keep trying, alright? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on, you can't— you can't leave me here alone with Dad, we'll kill each other, you know that. Dean, you gotta hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?
Fine, I guess. I'm alive.
Where were you last night?
I had some things to take care of.
Did you go after the Demon?
You know, why don't I believe you right now?
Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Look, Sammy I've, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?
Yeah... Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, Sam, would you mind, uh, do you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?
You know when... when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt. And after what I'd seen, I'd be... I'd be wrecked. And you... you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in they eye and you'd... you'd say 'It's okay, Dad.' Dean, I'm sorry.
You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I-I should've been saying that to you. You know, I put- I put too much on your shoulders. I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that. And you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you.
Yeah. Yeah, it's really me.
Why you saying this stuff?
I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay?
Yeah Dad, you know I will. You're scaring me.
Don't be scared, Dean. [whispers something in his ear]
Stop askin' if I need anything, stop askin' if I'm okay. I'm okay. Really. I promise.
All right. Dean, it's just... we've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't brought up Dad once.
You know what, you're right. Come here. I'm gonna lay my head gently on your shoulder. Maybe we can cry, and hug and maybe even slow dance.
I just think it's really interesting, this sudden obedience you have to Dad. It's like, "Oh, what would Dad want me to do?" Sam, you spent your entire life sluggin' it out with that man. I mean, hell, you picked a fight with him the last time you ever saw him, and now that he's dead, now you want to make it right? Well, I'm sorry, Sam, but you can't. It's too little, too late.
Why are you sayin' this to me?
Because I want you to be honest with yourself about this! I'm dealin' with Dad's death! Are you?
[Dean is overjoyed to have his Impala back]
You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean.
[to the Impala] Oh, don't listen to him, Baby. He doesn't understand us.
