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Bobby: Here, take these. Sam: What are they? Bobby: Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in ya. Dean: That sounds vaguely dirty, but er, thanks. Sam: You know when people wanna describe the worst possible thing? They say it's like hell. (punches Dean) Well, there's a reason for that. Hell is like, ah... (punch) Well, it's like hell. Even for demons. (punch) It's a prison made of bone, and flesh and blood and fear. (punch) And you sent me back there. Dean: Meg. Sam: No. Not any more. Now I'm Sam. (punch) By the way, saw your Dad there, he says "Howdy." (referring to an old, beat-up car) Dean: Oh please tell me you didn't steal this. (edit) Dean: Feel like talking now? Sam: Sam's still my meat-puppet, I'll make him bite off his tongue. (after arriving at a gas station) Dean: Alright, receipt's for 10 gallons at pump number 2. (pause) Getting any goosebumps yet? "God this looks familiar déjà vu" vibes? Sam: (in a sing-song voice) My Daddy shot your Daddy in the head. Dean: I'll call you later. (Dean leaves) Jo: No, you won't. (edit) Dean: (talking on the phone) Hi, so sorry to bother you but, my son snuck out of the house last night and went to a Justin Timberlake concert.. What?.. uhhh yeah.. Justin's quite the triple threat. Dean: What's going on with you Sam? hmmm? Smokin... throwin' bottles at people... sounds more like me than you. Dean: Okay.. now this is disturbing. (lifts up carton of cigarettes, Sam stares in shock) C'mon, man, this couldn't have been you, it had to be someone else, someone who.. uhh.. (smells cigarettes) ...smokes menthols. Sam: Dean, back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach. Dean: How bout I smack that smartass right out of your mouth? Sam: Oh, careful now...wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging. Dean: You never told me this. Sam: I didn’t want to scare you. Dean: Well, bang up job on that. (Dean chuckles to himself) Sam: What? Dean: Nothing. Sam: Dean, what? Dean: Dude, you like full-on had a girl inside you for a whole week. Thats pretty naughty. Dean: The room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual. Sam: You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood. Dean: Mmm-yeah, that's what I mean. Dean: (to Sam) You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. I think the scariest part about this whole thing is that you're a Bon Jovi fan. Dean: (holding gun) You know, I've tried so hard to keep you safe. Sam: I know. Dean: I can't. I'd rather die.
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