Dean: I’m sorry I don’t always like to wait around for ya. Especially with you looking at me like that all the time.
Sam: Like what?
Dean: Like that. Like I’m some sort of a-a diseased killer puppy.
Sam: What are you doing here?
Dean: Well it looks like, I uh, I’m here to save your sack.
Suzie: Boo. Survived forty years in this house, keeping that thing on lock down, and one visit from a putz like you…
Sam: I’m sorry, okay I’m so sorry.
Suzie: A lot of good sorry does me, look at me. Look. At. Me. There she is, the first casualty in your misguided mission, but what’s another human life to you? Anything’s worth it, as long as you two make it out alive. And how’s that search going? Any closer to a cure?
Sam: This isn’t real. You’re not real.
Dean: Benny, whoever you are, I need to get out of here.
Benny: Need, want. Two different things, ain’t they? It’s all figment right? You, me, left, right. But no matter which way you turn, you end up here. You gotta wonder, why this figment? Why this place?
Dean: What are you saying?
Benny: Nothing you don’t already know. This is where you wanna be, your happy place. And you don’t really want to leave.
Benny: Listen. This place, you don’t have to go looking for a fight. All you have to is be still for one moment, and that fight will come to you. That’s why you’re here, Dean. That’s the purity you crave — killing with no consequence.
Dean: No, Benny, I don’t wanna fight anymore. I’m tired of fightin’.
Benny: The Mark ain’t. So… can’t leave. Don’t wanna stay. Bit of a bind, ain’t it? Good thing there’s always a third way out.
Benny: You can’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about it.
Dean: That ain’t gonna happen, ever.
Benny: Come on, Dean. I know you can see it. The purity, the honor.
Dean: There’s no honor in that.
Benny: What, you just wanna wait for the Mark to reclaim you? Go out swinging, die topside, then what? Maybe kill a few humans? Kill Cas? Kill your brother? Yeah, that’s mighty honorable!
Sam: Get away from me! No, don’t! Don’t! It’s the only way. It needs legacy blood… Enough to take a life.
Dean: Yeah, well. It doesn’t have to come from just one legacy, does it? It needs more blood, it can have mine.
Dean: That says something, doesn’t it? Werther splits us up in there. Within an hour, we’re both on the brink of death. Sorry about yesterday, going rogue on you like that.
Sam: You know what, Dean. Don’t apologize, I… I think that makes us even.
Dean: The universe is trying to tell us something we both should already know. We’re stronger together than apart.
Rowena: We had an agreement, giant.
Sam: The agreement stands. You will decrypt the Book of the Damned and find me a cure for my brother. And that is all you will get from the book. I’ll burn the book, then I’ll kill Crowley. But until then…
Rowena: I’m your slave? You can’t — you can’t just leave me here.
Sam: You want out? Hurry up. Get to work.