No Doubt Endings Are Hard but Then Again Nothing Really Ends
Chuck Shurley: And then what'due south information technology all add up to? It'due south hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a examination... for Sam and Dean. And I retrieve they did all right. Upwardly confronting, Practiced, Evil, angels, devils, Destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family unit. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point? No doubtfulness - endings are difficult. Simply so again... nothing ever actually ends, does it?
Chuck Shurley: The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have. And a few things they don't. But none of that stuff is important. This is the stuff that's important: the ground forces human that Sam crammed into the ashtray, it'southward notwithstanding stuck at that place. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents, to this day, heat comes on, they can hear them rattle. These are the things that brand the automobile theirs, really theirs. Even when dean rebuilt it from the footing up, he fabricated sure all these footling things stayed. 'Cause its the blemishes that make her cute.
Lucifer: Distressing if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot, it'southward really quite the reverse.
Dean Winchester: Well, I'll alert the media.
Castiel: The just thing yous're going to see out there is Michael killing your brother.
Dean Winchester: Well, and then I ain't gonna let him die alone.
Castiel: You lot got what you asked for, Dean. No paradise, no hell, only more of the same. I mean it, Dean. What would you rather have: peace... or freedom?
Sam Winchester: Hey, um. On the subject, in that location's something I gotta talk to you about.
Dean Winchester: What?
Sam Winchester: This thing goes our way, and I triple lindy into that box... you lot know I'm not comin' back.
Dean Winchester: Yes, I'm aware.
Sam Winchester: So, y'all gotta hope me something.
Dean Winchester: Okay. Yeah, anything.
Sam Winchester: You gotta promise not to effort to bring me dorsum.
Dean Winchester: What? No, I didn't sign up for that.
Sam Winchester: Dean...
Dean Winchester: Your hell is gonna make my bout wait like Graceland! You lot want me but to sit past and practise nothin'?
Sam Winchester: Once the cage is shut you lot can't become poking at it, Dean, it's likewise risky.
Dean Winchester: No, no, no, no. Equally if I'm just gonna let yous *rot* in there.
Sam Winchester: [Adamantly] Yep, you lot are. Yous don't have a choice.
Dean Winchester: Y'all tin can't inquire me to do this.
Sam Winchester: I'm sorry, Dean. You accept to.
Dean Winchester: And then, what am I supposed to practice?
Sam Winchester: You get observe Lisa. You pray to God she's dumb plenty to take you in. You take barbeques, and... go to football games. You get live some normal, apple pie life, Dean. *Promise* me.
[Dean looks at him, simply doesn't respond]
Sam Winchester: Dean. What's goin' on?
Dean Winchester: I'm in.
Sam Winchester: In with...?
Dean Winchester: The whole up with satan thing. I'm on lath.
Sam Winchester: [Skeptical] Yous're gonna permit me say yes.
Dean Winchester: No. That's the matter. Information technology's not *on* me to *let* yous do anything. You're a grown, well *over* grown human. If this is what you desire, I'll back your play.
Sam Winchester: That'southward the concluding affair I thought you'd ever say.
Dean Winchester: Might exist. I'm non gonna lie to you though. Information technology goes against every fiber I got. I mean, the truth is... watching out for you? It'due south kinda been my task, yous know? But, more than than that, it'southward... information technology's kinda who I am. Merely, yous're not a kid anymore, Sam. And I can't proceed treatin' you similar one. Possibly I gotta grow up a niggling, too. I don't know if nosotros gotta a snowball'due south take a chance... But... Just I do know that if anybody can do it, it'south you.
Sam Winchester: [It means everything to hear Dean say that. Softly] Thanks.
Dean Winchester: If this is what yous desire... Is this really what y'all want?
Sam Winchester: I permit him out. I gotta put him back in.
Dean Winchester: Okay. That'south it then.
Lucifer: Come up on Sam I've never lied to you lot, yous could at least pay me the aforementioned respect. It's OK I'm not mad. A wrestling match inside your noggin', I like the idea. Just you and me, one round, no tricks. You win, you jump in the pigsty, I win, well then I win. What d'ya say Sam? A dabble of gold confronting your soul says I'one thousand amend than yous.
Friction match: [Lucifer in Sam's body] Castiel. Did you lot just molotov my brother, with holy fire?
Dean Winchester: [Dean advances on Castiel with a very intense expect]
Castiel: Uh, no.
Lucifer: No 1 dicks with Michael, only me.
[Snaps his fingers and Castiel explodes in a rain of blood and chunks of meat]
Sam Winchester: [Standing with Dean over the open trunk containing several jugs of demon blood. Faced with what he has to do, he can't look at Dean] You mind not watchin' this?
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