Sammy- "I swore I was done hunting for good."
Dean- "Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad."
Sammy- "Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45."
Dean- "Well, what was he supposed to do?"
Sammy- "I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, Don't be afraid of the dark."
Dean- "Don't be afraid of the dark? What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there!"
Sammy- "Kids are the best? You don't even like kids"
Dean- "I love kids."
Sammy- "Name three children that you even know. (Dean thinks and Sam begins to walk away. Dean scratches his head)"
Dean- "I'm thinking"
Sammy- "You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?"
Dean- "Sorry I can't hear you the music's too loud."
Dean- "You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are."
Sammy- "And who is that?"
Dean- "One of us."
