Alicia: Nah, I don’t have it. It’s just kind of a lot of noise to me. Magic is definitely their thing, you know?
Sam: Yeah. When I was growing up, Dean and my dad had the same thing with hunting, that bond.
Tasha: You must be drunk.
Dean: Off of wine?
Dean: Yeah. Yeah, my dad raised me and Sam to hunt.
Tasha: And your mother?
Dean: That’s complicated.
Tasha: Yeah. Yeah. Family’s always complicated. Parents always seem smart and strong and perfect. It’s only when you grow up that you realize that they’re just people.
Mary: What are you doing here? Why is Mick’s body in a box?
Mr. Ketch: An unfortunate werewolf mishap.
Mary: A werewolf shot him in the head?
Mr. Ketch: It’s not impossible.
Mary: I think you mean… decent.
Dean: And then it’s gonna hurt.
Max: I could’ve saved them… My mom. If I had just… taken Alicia seriously.
Dean: Come on, man, you can’t think like that.
Max: Just stop talking. Please.
Dean: Yeah. Yeah, he seemed super saved. You know, I was watching them, this loving family. The kind we should’ve had. And now just like that, it’s gone.
Sam: Dean, you couldn’t let Max make some deal for his soul.
Dean: Sam, we do terrible things all the time to save each other. I mean, that’s what you do for family. Who am I to stop him?
Sam: Well, he’s strong. He’ll be all right.
Dean: Yeah, I’m not so sure.
Mary: So now what? You kill me?
Lady Bevell: Don’t be silly. You’re an asset. We have other plans for you. Now, Mary… Let’s begin.