No Doubt Endings Are Hard but Then Again Nothing Really Ends
Chuck Shurley: So what's information technology all add together upwards to? It's difficult to say. Just me, I'd say this was a examination... for Sam and Dean. And I think they did all right. Upward against, Practiced, Evil, angels, devils, Destiny, and God himself, they made their ain choice. They chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point? No doubt - endings are difficult. But then over again... cypher e'er actually ends, does it?
Lucifer: Sorry if it'due south a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot, information technology'southward actually quite the opposite.
Dean Winchester: Well, I'll alert the media.
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 of import. This is the stuff that'south of import: the army man that Sam crammed into the ashtray, it's still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents, to this day, heat comes on, they tin hear them rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs, actually theirs. Even when dean rebuilt it from the ground upwardly, he made certain all these piffling things stayed. 'Crusade its the blemishes that make her beautiful.
Castiel: The only thing y'all're going to see out in that location is Michael killing your brother.
Dean Winchester: Well, then I ain't gonna permit him die lonely.
Castiel: Yous got what yous asked for, Dean. No paradise, no hell, just more of the aforementioned. I mean information technology, Dean. What would y'all rather have: peace... or liberty?
Sam Winchester: Hey, um. On the field of study, there's something I gotta talk to yous nigh.
Dean Winchester: What?
Sam Winchester: This thing goes our way, and I triple lindy into that box... yous know I'm not comin' dorsum.
Dean Winchester: Aye, I'm aware.
Sam Winchester: So, you gotta hope me something.
Dean Winchester: Okay. Yeah, anything.
Sam Winchester: You gotta hope not to try to bring me back.
Dean Winchester: What? No, I didn't sign up for that.
Sam Winchester: Dean...
Dean Winchester: Your hell is gonna make my tour wait like Graceland! You want me just to sit by and do nothin'?
Sam Winchester: Once the cage is shut you can't go poking at it, Dean, it's too risky.
Dean Winchester: No, no, no, no. Equally if I'thousand just gonna let yous *rot* in in that location.
Sam Winchester: [Adamantly] Aye, y'all are. You don't have a option.
Dean Winchester: You tin't ask me to do this.
Sam Winchester: I'm sorry, Dean. You have to.
Dean Winchester: So, what am I supposed to practise?
Sam Winchester: Yous become notice Lisa. You pray to God she's dumb enough to accept you lot in. Y'all have barbeques, and... go to football games. You go alive some normal, apple pie life, Dean. *Promise* me.
[Dean looks at him, merely doesn't respond]
Sam Winchester: Dean. What'southward goin' on?
Dean Winchester: I'm in.
Sam Winchester: In with...?
Dean Winchester: The whole up with satan thing. I'grand on lath.
Sam Winchester: [Skeptical] You're gonna allow me say yes.
Dean Winchester: No. That's the thing. It'southward not *on* me to *let* you do anything. Yous're a grown, well *over* grown man. If this is what you lot want, I'll back your play.
Sam Winchester: That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say.
Dean Winchester: Might exist. I'm not gonna prevarication to yous though. Information technology goes against every fiber I got. I mean, the truth is... watching out for yous? Information technology'due south kinda been my job, you know? Merely, more than that, it'southward... it's kinda who I am. But, you're not a kid anymore, Sam. And I tin't go on treatin' you like ane. Maybe I gotta grow up a piffling, as well. I don't know if nosotros gotta a snowball's take a chance... But... Just I do know that if everyone tin do it, information technology's yous.
Sam Winchester: [It ways everything to hear Dean say that. Softly] Thank you.
Dean Winchester: If this is what y'all want... Is this really what you want?
Sam Winchester: I let him out. I gotta put him back in.
Dean Winchester: Okay. That'due south information technology and so.
Lucifer: Come on Sam I've never lied to you lot, you could at to the lowest degree pay me the same respect. It'southward OK I'm not mad. A wrestling match inside your noggin', I similar the idea. Just you and me, ane round, no tricks. You win, y'all jump in the hole, I win, well then I win. What d'ya say Sam? A dabble of gold against your soul says I'one thousand better than you.
Friction match: [Match in Sam's body] Castiel. Did y'all merely molotov my brother, with holy fire?
Dean Winchester: [Dean advances on Castiel with a very intense look]
Castiel: Uh, no.
Lucifer: No ane dicks with Michael, but me.
[Snaps his fingers and Castiel explodes in a pelting of claret and chunks of meat]
Sam Winchester: [Standing with Dean over the open up trunk containing several jugs of demon claret. Faced with what he has to do, he tin can't look at Dean] You mind not watchin' this?
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