Sam Winchester: I'm Detective Bachman, this is Detective Turner.
Dean Winchester: I hate witches. They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere...
Sam Winchester: Pretty much.
Dean Winchester: It's creepy, y'know, it's downright unsanitary!
Dean Winchester: anda saved my life.
Ruby: Don't mention it.
Dean Winchester: What was that stuff? God, it was ass. Tasted like ass.
Ruby: It's called witchcraft, short bus.
Dean Winchester: ...You're the short bus, short bus...
Sam Winchester: We have to start looking at the big picture, Dean. Start thinking in strategies, in moves ahead. It's not so simple, we're not just hunting anymore. We're at war.
Dean Winchester: Are anda feeling okay?
Sam Winchester: Why are anda always asking me that?
Dean Winchester: Because you're takin' saran from a demon, for starters. And oleh the way anda seem less and less worried about offing people. anda know, it used to eat anda up inside.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, and what has that gotten me?
Dean Winchester: Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the friggin' car, and friggin' argue about this stuff. anda know, anda go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap...
Sam Winchester: Wait, so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?
Dean Winchester: No! I'm not mad, I'm - I'm worried. Sam, I'm worried 'cause you're not actin' like yourself.
Sam Winchester: You're right, I'm not. I don't have a choice.
Dean Winchester: What is that supposed to mean?
Sam Winchester: Look... Dean, you're leaving, right? And I gotta stay here in this crap hole of a world. Alone. So the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war when you're gone... then I gotta change.
Dean Winchester: Change into what?
Sam Winchester: Into you. I've gotta be lebih like you.
Dean Winchester: I hate witches. They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere...
Sam Winchester: Pretty much.
Dean Winchester: It's creepy, y'know, it's downright unsanitary!
Dean Winchester: anda saved my life.
Ruby: Don't mention it.
Dean Winchester: What was that stuff? God, it was ass. Tasted like ass.
Ruby: It's called witchcraft, short bus.
Dean Winchester: ...You're the short bus, short bus...
Sam Winchester: We have to start looking at the big picture, Dean. Start thinking in strategies, in moves ahead. It's not so simple, we're not just hunting anymore. We're at war.
Dean Winchester: Are anda feeling okay?
Sam Winchester: Why are anda always asking me that?
Dean Winchester: Because you're takin' saran from a demon, for starters. And oleh the way anda seem less and less worried about offing people. anda know, it used to eat anda up inside.
Sam Winchester: Yeah, and what has that gotten me?
Dean Winchester: Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the friggin' car, and friggin' argue about this stuff. anda know, anda go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap...
Sam Winchester: Wait, so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?
Dean Winchester: No! I'm not mad, I'm - I'm worried. Sam, I'm worried 'cause you're not actin' like yourself.
Sam Winchester: You're right, I'm not. I don't have a choice.
Dean Winchester: What is that supposed to mean?
Sam Winchester: Look... Dean, you're leaving, right? And I gotta stay here in this crap hole of a world. Alone. So the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war when you're gone... then I gotta change.
Dean Winchester: Change into what?
Sam Winchester: Into you. I've gotta be lebih like you.