Dean: We're going off of Bela's intel? When that perra breaths, the air comes out crooked.
Dean: We've got the knife.
Bobby: And tu intend to use it without me. Do I look like a ditchable prom fecha to you?
Dean: What do tu think?
Sam: I think tu totally should have been jamming "Eye of the Tiger" right there.
Dean: Oh, bite me. I totally rehearsed that speech, too.
Bobby: Well, tu got just over five hours to go. You're piercing the veil, Dean, glimpsing the "B" side.
Dean: Little less New Agey, please.
Bobby: You're almost hell's bitch, so tu can see hell's other bitches.
Dean: Thank you.
Dean: (to Sam): If this is my last día on earth, I don't want it to be socially awkward.
Dean: Why even risk it?
Sam: Because you're my brother. And because tu did the same thing for me.
Dean: I know, and look how that turned out. All I'm saying, Sammy, all I'm saying, is that you're my weak spot. tu are, and I'm yours.
Sam: tu don't mean that. We're family.
Dean: I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it too. And what we'll do for each other, how far we'll go. They're using it against us.
Sam: So, what, we just stop looking out for each other?
Dean: No. We stop being martyrs, man. We stop spreading it for these demons.
Dean Winchester: If we go down, then we go down swingin'.
Dean Winchester: I'm glad my doomed soul's good for something.
Dean: We've got the knife.
Bobby: And tu intend to use it without me. Do I look like a ditchable prom fecha to you?
Dean: What do tu think?
Sam: I think tu totally should have been jamming "Eye of the Tiger" right there.
Dean: Oh, bite me. I totally rehearsed that speech, too.
Bobby: Well, tu got just over five hours to go. You're piercing the veil, Dean, glimpsing the "B" side.
Dean: Little less New Agey, please.
Bobby: You're almost hell's bitch, so tu can see hell's other bitches.
Dean: Thank you.
Dean: (to Sam): If this is my last día on earth, I don't want it to be socially awkward.
Dean: Why even risk it?
Sam: Because you're my brother. And because tu did the same thing for me.
Dean: I know, and look how that turned out. All I'm saying, Sammy, all I'm saying, is that you're my weak spot. tu are, and I'm yours.
Sam: tu don't mean that. We're family.
Dean: I know. And those evil sons of bitches know it too. And what we'll do for each other, how far we'll go. They're using it against us.
Sam: So, what, we just stop looking out for each other?
Dean: No. We stop being martyrs, man. We stop spreading it for these demons.
Dean Winchester: If we go down, then we go down swingin'.
Dean Winchester: I'm glad my doomed soul's good for something.
Sheriff: Listen, tu and your brother...
Dean Winchester: Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town.
Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean falls on parte superior, arriba of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? tu be quiet!
Dean Winchester: So tu believe her.
Sam Winchester: I do.
Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Dean Winchester: Dude, tu fugly!
Dean Winchester: Oh, don't worry, we're leaving town.
Dean Winchester: Your, uh, half-caff double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.
Sam Winchester: Bite me.
Dean falls on parte superior, arriba of Sam as they sneak through a half open window
Dean Winchester: Oh, sorry!
Sam Winchester: OK, be quiet!
Dean Winchester: Me be quiet? tu be quiet!
Dean Winchester: So tu believe her.
Sam Winchester: I do.
Dean Winchester: Yea, I think she's hot too.
Dean Winchester: Dude, tu fugly!